Crafting as Ritual and Manifesting My Fears
I've been working on making jewelry for the upcoming Tulsa Pagan Pride and I wanted to take some time to write about it. For me, crafting - macrame especially - is borderline transcendent. It's soothing. I feel empowered and powered up, like I'm in a liminal space, a transcendental pocket dimension that neatly enfolds me. I am here but not here. I am nowhere. And it is in this space that the "magic" happens. As I entrance myself, the motion, the rhythms, pull me simultaneously deeper into myself and outside of myself. I feel like I am torn and floating, encapsulated in a strange vortex of my own making. As I weave my fingers and cords, creating something so much more than the sum of its parts, I create, breathing life into something entirely new. Even if I rely on someone else's tutorial to start with, once I work through the creation, problem-solving, I create something entirely my own. And it is that, this ME thing, that I can bestow onto others. That ...