156. Honoring our Creations

The world is sacred. What we make in it is sacred. Perhaps the meals that we cook and the clothes that we wash and the pet hair that we sweep should be seen the same way

An Indigenous tattoo artist told Nyasha that he refused to pen dream catchers on the skin.  He wondered who would want the negative to be caught on the surface of their body, anyway. 

But the messages call to us.  I see dream catchers at the dollar store, and I can hear the longing and see the beauty.  But they are not personal, and not spiritual.  

(You can make anything shine with the Eternal when giving your love and appreciation to it, however.  So if you are super attracted to the hot pink feathers and white, machine cut lacing on a dream catcher at the fair, it will be your love and your higher self that transport that “Made in China” version into something of internal significance.)

I feel so honored to craft dream catchers for the people in my life. But oddly, I also have a bit of guilt for burdening the unsuspecting with something they may “have to store or hang” just because it is a gift.

If you have a handmade or spiritual gift from someone that needs to move along, think of a way to create a prayer or honor the item in its transformation.  Especially if it is worn, instead of throwing it away, you could hang it in the wind outdoors, or bury it in the ground ceremoniously.  Think of it like Tibetan prayer flags, sending the love out around the planet… or like Indigenous prayer ties, sending the prayers up to the Creator.  

If it is in good condition, you could re-home it with someone who loves it or recreate it into a piece of art of your own.  Goodwill isn’t ideal here.  I am trying to consider how I would feel about one of my creations landing at Goodwill.  I would rather they were hanging in a tree at Earth Sanctuary or in a park.  Maybe that is unique to me personally.

The world is sacred.  What we make in it is sacred.  Perhaps the meals that we cook and the clothes that we wash and the pet hair that we sweep should be seen the same way.  How can we honor our own efforts and the devotion of others?  That is a living prayer in itself.

Author: Michele Plumb Stowell

Michele Stowell was a teacher, a hand holder, and encouraging voice. Born an early Gen Xer, she has lived in Western Washington for the duration. Her children, two spectacular genetic daughters and an uncountable number of marvelous scout and school sons and daughters, shine as her biggest impact and her greatest blessing. Just before her 54th birthday, Michele was diagnosed with stage four cancer. Her writing and art work are expressions of the drama and the joy of living earth bound. On October 24, 2021, Michele was released from her physical body, transported to continue her work on other realms.

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