Swings and sings…

Dear, dear readers,

things are happening. Things. Totally throwing me out of balance and what can I say, I love it. I love it so very much. For three weeks I have explored the myth of Psyche and Amor (for anyone interested, read here) in Elizabeth Duviviers magical course “The Magic of Myth – an enchanted journey“.

I had so many moments of insight and excitement, of clarity.

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Now I am about to write my own life as a mythical story. My myth. Amazing, isn’t it? I was not even up to WRITING when I joined this course. And now it seems a natural possibility to unleash the wild creative hurricane out of my belly, no head, no thinking, just being a vessel to… My muse. I thought I captured the wholeness of my creativity with spinning and knitting and now I understand how powerful, how unpredictable it is, how deep it is rooted. It is like flying in the wind, swinging on a swing. Oh! Last week we got an exercise which kept me thinking the whole weekend. This was definitely the wrong approach.

Searching for my most significant and touching talismans, symbols that wake my desires, that are worthy to me. And THINKING?? No match. I have to FEEL my talismans.

As coincidences are no coincidences (E., you agree :)?) I travelled to Switzerland this weekend, meeting a good friend (the one with the great business questions…). We had a wonderful time, St. Gallen is a so beautiful place!

Saturday, at the Textile Museum St. Gallen: exhibition “Kirschblüte und Edelweiß”/”Cherry blossom and edelweiss” about how the textile industries of Asia and St. Gallen have met and influenced each other over the centuries. We saw handembroidery. Kimonos, tapestry, arm bands.

Oh, be still my heart. I saw handembroidered silk armbands. One especially. It was blue and white and at first I thought it was full of flowers. At second glance I saw them. Butterflies. Butterflies all over. So detailed. Stitch by stitch by stich by stitch, so perfect, three dimensional, real. Those butterflies made me cry. I had to kneel down and touch the glass above this armband because it was a thing of upmost beauty, it talked to me, it took my heart, it is still grasping at it.

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Now. This memory is one of my talismans. And it was so easy for me to find my very personal others after this touch of my muse. No thinking needed. This talisman has been lying there and waiting for me. And yes, it was a bit like snuggling into my home of love and desire. I do not want to leave it. ever. again.

I do not know if I will share my myth here on my blog. I have to wait what messed and surprising things will be bubbling out of me.

I will swing in my garden this week.

Swing me free. And I will listen to this music. Look. Just look and laugh how beautiful our world is – I adore this video (Angels and Airwaves – Heaven)!

 

 

I will run the streets and hostile lands

I will touch the rain with all I have

I will breathe the air, to scream it loud

My feet will never touch the ground

 

Because the days they feel, like ancient clocks

Like when kids grow up, and learn to walk

Because your life is full of pure desire

A place so gloriously wired

With lights and sounds,

 

Oh God, this is such a mess,

And it’s like our world, but we’re the last ones left

And the hair, it stands on the back of our necks

And I swear, it shows

 

Heaven must be just like this

 

Do you see the hills beneath the clouds?

And the stars as trails, to lead you out?

Can you sense the pain, that’s everywhere?

And if you try, you’ll never care

 

And the love you had when you were young

Is right outside for all to come

Because your life is full of pure desire

A place so gloriously wired

With lights and sounds,

 

Oh God, this is such a mess,

And it’s like our world, but we’re the last ones left

And the hair, it stands on the back of our necks

And I swear, it shows

 

Heaven must be just like this

 

If you see a light break through the clouds

And fire up like distant towers

Well, the world will begin, exactly how it ends

When you call for help when you are lost

Forever more, at whatever cost,

And the world will begin, exactly how it ends,

 

Please stay, don’t go.

I got you now.

Are you curious?

 

Here I am.

 

Hugs to you all,

Kati

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One Response to Swings and sings…

  1. elizabeth 15. April 2014 at 15:22 #

    oh Kati! it’s all coming together for you– and YES– you have so many facets to your creativity!! knitting and spinning are simply one avenue– there are so many more and I LOVE that this class is connecting you with YOUR best self!! Cannot wait to see the swing! xoxo, e

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