grieving again (long)
karmagrrl
month and a half, hehe. basically there was much more this time because
we had lived in such small places, we'd left things packed. and i had
old boxes that had been packed for more than 10 years, that i left
packed until recently. so i'm finding myself grieving again, in a lot of
ways.
it's been amazing, that's for sure, on nearly every level. like,
unpacking my old drawings and paintings from high school, college, and
beyond ... at first i'm like "whoa, who drew that? it's good!" and then
i remember "oh, that was junior year art class" "that was for the
library" "that was in college" and so on. then the hurting sets in ...
now, i can't even hold a pencil for very long ... so how am i ever going
to draw like that again?? the portraits ... oh man, there were so many.
i used to do professional portraiture, was my first source of income
long before i had a job. always on Canson "Moonstone" paper, in black
and white charcoal. i remember each one took about 10 to 20 hours.
sometimes i'd grind the charcoal and "paint" with it using blending
stomps. the only portraits i have are the samples i used to show. they
are so eerie, and they haunt me ... like, "how did i ever do that?" and
"will i ever be able to do that again?" i experimented last week, i
still have a lot of that paper, and charcoals ... couldn't hold the
pencil for more than 2 minutes without pain and cramping. i just cried,
looking at the scratches and scribbles. never again will i deliver to
someone's house a portrait, to get paid, but also to hear "oh my god it
looks so real, look, her eyes look like they're following me!" the time
i did the portrait of the teen hit by a drunk driver, drawing a
beautiful ghost, the family wept when they saw it, and i refused any
payment. was the last portrait i did.
then there is THE portrait. the one i drew for my parents' anniversary,
12 years ago. that one, i remember, but i had kept it packed away after
my mom died in 92. too painful. i still have the original photo it was
drawn from, taken in 1949, on their wedding day. i drew it in sepia
pencil on ivory paper, to look just like the old photo. i remember my
mom cried when i gave it to her. now i understand why :( i had drawn my
mom really accurately, her personality popping right out of the portrait
... but my dad didn't look anything like the photo. back then, i thought
i'd drawn it okay. but now i can see the differences. no wonder he never
liked that portrait, and my mom loved it so much!! he took it down a few
days after she died, said "here, you keep it." what i see now looking at
it is ... i had drawn my *idea* of the perfect dad, and in the bargain,
i guess i had drawn my mom's idealized version of the man she had
married. but not the real man. it's so freakin' obvious now! but wasn't
back then. it's very eerie. half of me wants to smash the glass and tear
the paper. the other half of me wants to honor my mom by hanging it up
because she loved it so, and also honor my idealism, my regrets and
wishes for the perfect dad. it's sitting in the big stack of paintings.
the paintings ... OY. when did i ever find the time to do all those?!!
the strength, the coordination, the energy? it's a totally lost world to
me now. all i can do is look at them and cry. i can still paint, but not
photographic detail which was my style. now i just do abstract
expressionism, and rarely use a brush. i have my mom's old wooden art
case, the one her mom gave her in the 40s, i love the old aged linseed
oil smell of it! i have all her brushes, that i'd used ... even some old
tubes of paint, that her hands rolled up. she only painted a few times
that i know of, all but one ended up in the closet, she hated her
artwork and thought it sucked. i thought it was pretty good! i still
have the one she finally did hang up. i have her good easel, the one her
mom gave her. i put it in a corner, and then i displayed on it a
painting i did 2 years ago ... i put one of mom's flower arrangement
that she gave me underneath it. it's like a tableau, that says so much,
means so much.
the doll house ... the one that took her 3 years to build. the last
words she was able to speak, before the cancer went to her brain: "i
want you to have the doll house, and make it yours" *tears* it's so
beautiful. especially with the lights on and the front closed, looking
in on that little magical world thru the windows. the porch and shingles
are a bit beat up from our moving so much, but finally we're in a roomy
place where i can make all the repairs. i need to re-do the library wood
flooring, it's pulled up a bit. also never did finish the curtains for
the baby's room. will try to find some or make some. i love the
miniature cross stitch she did for the house, i can't believe she worked
such tiny stitches! she definitely had more talent than i'll ever have.
the dining room cabinet ... part of an entire set but i foolishly gave
the rest away, like i have given away so much over the years ... but
just the cabinet by itself is perfect, to house her carousel horse
collection, the china set she gave me, even some of my grandma's
carnival glass and the tiny vase set my great aunt gave me. it looks
awesome all set up and with the inner light turned on. i don't give away
my mom's things any more. like her owl collection, i gave that away 4
years ago before i even remembered where the owls came from, or even
that i had made 2 of them for her. i wish i had remembered everything
back then! i went thru this weird period for a few years, before and
after remembering, where i gave away things that were heirlooms,
thinking, "the past is the past and this is just material stuff, so none
of it matters." but for some reason, it does matter, and it feels good.
a line of continuity, from my great aunts, to my grandma and aunts, to
my mom, to me.
i'm also grieving the loss of *me*. the artist/craftsperson me, anyway.
will i ever do that kind of art again? what if i can't? what if my hands
get worse, and i can't even do the kind of art i do now?? so not only
grieving, but worrying for the future. i feel like i need to hurry and
create as much as possible, before it's too late. which is spooky,
because my mom created like crazy, frantically, 2 years before she got
cancer. i feel like i'm going thru the same thing, without knowing why.
i never felt connected to my history, until i unpacked all of this old
stuff. i still haven't talked about all the childhood stuff, the
pictures, the yearbooks, the autograph books, the books and toys, etc. i
touch the objects ... the old Donald Duck radio i always snuck into my
bag to take to the hospital and tuck inside the pillowcase so i could
listen to WLS all night long. i was in the hospital so much, so much. i
didn't remember the radio until i touched it, then it all came back. so
familiar, in a good way. lots of objects like that. but other things, i
look at, i'm like "where did i get this??" but, hopefully i will
eventually remember.
one really interesting thing, didn't notice it at first. i have NOTHING
of my dad's. my mom decorated the house and did all the arts and crafts,
and my mom never had anything of her own dad's. my dad didn't have
anything that my mom didn't pick out herself. there is not one family
heirloom at all that was from any male in the family, not even uncles or
grandfathers. well, that tells me a lot. in my case, i know the only
contribution my dad made to the household was his income and his abuse.
his only material possessions where books books and more books, none i'd
want to read, and tools. lots of tools. very bad associations and
memories around those. so, i literally have absolutely nothing to
remember him by, except my entire body when i wake up each day. i can
thank him for that :P
am i just being morbid about this? they're just material things. but i
am grieving again, for my mom. now that i've unpacked so many of my
childhood things, i realize how much i miss her ... because most of me
never even got to be with her!! that'll always be my worst regret. but
then again, if she were alive now, would she have turned against me when
i confronted my dad? maybe it's good we were both spared that
experience. maybe it's better to remember her the way she was.
thanks for listening (if you got down this far! whew). i felt a need to
get it all out, and also to listen to see if others have had the same or
different kind of experience. now, i'm going to go finish some crossword
puzzles in a book i found, that my mom started, and never got to finish.
with my cushy special grip purple pen so i can hold it :)
peace,
susan
toto
Karma, I hardly know what to say.. I hope that you regain whatever
you wish for your art.. I know that my own grieving for my parents
didn't happen at the time of my mom's death.. It all came up when
my dad died.. I hope the connections are a good thing for you.
Dorothy
There is no sound, no cry in all the world
that can be heard unless someone listens ..
source unknown
karmagrrl
>
> Karma, I hardly know what to say.. I hope that you regain whatever
> you wish for your art.. I know that my own grieving for my parents
> didn't happen at the time of my mom's death.. It all came up when
> my dad died.. I hope the connections are a good thing for you.
>
> Dorothy
thank you so much. actually one part is turning out well already, i was
really surprised ... after i got the 4th email asking to see the portraits,
i scanned them in and sent GIFs out, then was told i should put them up on a
web page! so, i did!! i was going to re-pack them buried in a box, and
forget all about them again. they're a part of me, and i guess i shouldn't
just pack away parts of me so easily. but i put up instructions how i did
the portraits, so other ppl can learn how to do it. that gives me a measure
of comfort, if i can't do them anymore, then if someone else can, i'll be so
happy!! so if anybody does a portrait like mine, scan in it and put it up!
i'd love to see them. ok, the URL is
http://www.asarian-host.org/karmagrrl/portraits.html. i had to scan them in
sections and reassemble them, and also one of them got sunbleached years
back, otherwise i think they show up ok. thank you for those who suggested i
not just drop this part of my self, and instead just acknowledge it so i can
move on.
the paintings, i don't have pics of them, and they're too freakin' big to
scan in, lol. i'll figure something out.
i still feel melancholy ... but the replies of caring have helped so much, i
feel "lighter" inside already. thank you, and i hope i can do the same for
anyone else.
peace and healing,
karmagrrl
Willis
I hope that you are feeling well, and I am glad that you didn't rip the
painting...my own healing tool was writing and I destroyed some of it when I
was upset...I regret that now that I am stronger...I am heading off to your
webpage to have a look...((((Karma)))) if that's okay...
Dee xxx
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Tide Rider
and scan the photographs. Even if there IS a small degree of image
degradation, it should be imperceptable when converted to Web
resolution.
Absolutely stunning drawings!
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banshee
hello karma,
I never miss a karmagrrl post. I don't know what else to
say, except to let you know that i have read this, every
word.
jean
karmagrrl
> For the paintings, you could photograph them (diffuse lighting of course)
> and scan the photographs. Even if there IS a small degree of image
> degradation, it should be imperceptable when converted to Web
> resolution.
>
> Absolutely stunning drawings!
thank you :) yeah i really should photograph the paintings. i'm one of those ppl that always forgets to
buy film, finally buys film and then forgets it's in the camera, eventually fills up the roll of film
with pics, and then promptly loses the roll of film in a junk drawer! unless ppl are counting on me to
make doubles and give them a set, i always get those developed right away. but i've still got rolls of
film from my 22nd birthday party that aren't developed! not that i'm sure i want to know what's in the
pics, it was a toga party *grin*
peace and love,
susan
karmagrrl
> Karma...
>
> I hope that you are feeling well, and I am glad that you didn't rip the
> painting...my own healing tool was writing and I destroyed some of it when I
> was upset...I regret that now that I am stronger...I am heading off to your
> webpage to have a look...((((Karma)))) if that's okay...
thank you :) i'm alwas ok with hugs. i do know a lot of ppl who destroy their
art or writing, then regret it later. i found a few drawings from my teens that
i had torn up, then taped back together. old poetry books where some are
blacked out with magic marker. i guess when our lives get out of control, we
destroy what we created, before anyone else can? to get back some of the
control? it seems a common theme among creative ppl i know. maybe the
destroying of your writing was also a healing tool, at that time. do you still
write?
peace,
susan
lynn.wright
I was very moved by your description of what happened when you unpacked your
things. Its strange how just unpacking or taking out stuff you've not seen
for a while can have that effect. I have a lot of my "Mums" stuff around
me, but there are occasions like last night when I was having a sort out I
came across some old stuff I had written to my therapist at the start of my
marriage (1992) and that set me off crying last night. Sometimes tears can
be good - I wish I could cry more often. Anyway
{{{{{{{{{{Karmagirl}}}}}}}}}
Lindsey
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Sabr
> x-no-archive: yes
>
> womanchild wrote:
>
> > All of this stuff must be exciting as well as exhausting for
you. However,
> > when it all settles down, I hope you get to use that new grip
purple pen
> > for something special. :)
>
> yup, it is exhausting, in a good way. i'm pooped out! i think i
know what you
> mean about the pen, actually i finished that project the other
night!! i
> finally got out today to get mailing envelopes that are big
enough. the check,
> er, the kanji is in the mail ;)
LOL! I'm happy that you understood my lightheartedness. I felt
a bit sad or insensitive to comment upon the issues that you're
needing to deal with. I'm happy that you understood Karma. :-)
I'll be looking forward to that check, er... kanji!
Salaam, Shalom, Namaste, and Peace,
Saab
>
> peace,
> susan
>
Sabr
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>
> > Tide Rider wrote:
> >
> > > For the paintings, you could photograph them (diffuse
lighting of
> > > course) and scan the photographs. Even if there IS a small
degree of
> > > image degradation, it should be imperceptable when
converted to Web
> > > resolution.
> > >
> > > Absolutely stunning drawings!
> >
I'm one of
> > those ppl that always forgets to buy film, finally buys film
and then
> > forgets it's in the camera, eventually fills up the roll of
film with
> > pics, and then promptly loses the roll of film in a junk
drawer! unless
always get
> > those developed right away. but I've still got rolls of film
from my 22nd
> > birthday party that aren't developed! not that I'm sure I
want to know
> > what's in the pics, it was a toga party *grin*
>
sent me a
> bunch of her artwork and I was able to shoot photos of it with
pretty good
> resolution. Nowadays digital cameras can do that.
Yup... You did a beautiful job az. And, Karma... you know what
the stuff looks like close up so you can gauge just how good the
resolution is by looking at a piece and then taking a look at my
sgi website. It's all azure's work... with a bit of fine-tuning
because they had to be shrunk down from the original size of the
big jpeg files.
Thanks again az.
Saab
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Contemporary Muslim Calligraphy by Saabirah
http://users.sgi.net/~saabirah
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
>
> azure
Willis
Yeah, I still write....wanna read some? Your artwork was beautiful and you
are right, destroying some was healing for me...and if you are okay with
hugs then...
((((((((((((((((((((((Karma))))))))))))))))))))))
Dee xxx
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> Willis wrote:
>
> > Karma...
> >
> > I hope that you are feeling well, and I am glad that you didn't rip the
> > painting...my own healing tool was writing and I destroyed some of it
when I
> > was upset...I regret that now that I am stronger...I am heading off to
your
> > webpage to have a look...((((Karma)))) if that's okay...
>
karmagrrl
> Hi Susan...
>
> Yeah, I still write....wanna read some? Your artwork was beautiful and you
> are right, destroying some was healing for me...and if you are okay with
> hugs then...
>
> ((((((((((((((((((((((Karma))))))))))))))))))))))
>
> Dee xxx
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{Dee}}}}}}}}}}}}} thank you :)
i'd love to read some of your stuff! email's fine unless you feel like sharing
with the class, hehe.
my "new art" is, i'm making "god's eyes" remember those? native american in
origin, but seems like every kid ends up doing them in school, scouts, or camp.
i remembered that when i was a kid, i graduated from popsicle sticks to tree
branches, and started adding beads and feathers. also made 8-spoked ones. the
one i'm working on now is the traditional 4-spoke, using tree branches, but
using black velvet chenille yarn instead of the kidstuff. i leave spaces every
so many rows so the natural bark shows, and then i'm weaving in randomly many
colors of metallic threads back thru the yarn, and also sewing on little
crystal beads here and there. i'm also going to incorporate what's currently in
style, curly jewelry wire with glass beads, also scattered around. i got lucky
and found a needle holder for ppl with arthritis at my rheumatologist's office!
it's cool, you grip the needle and push it thru your work, then use the grip to
pull it out the other side. with the wire i'm lucky, i can still work pliers
with cushy handles. i put all the beads on a washcloth, it makes the lill
suckers quit rolling around :)
well, now i am making something that can't be scanned in, so for sure i will
have to photograph it, so i'll take pics of my old paintings while i'm at it.
and i promise to remember to get the film developed! lol
peace,
susan
Willis
in email, but this one is a big healing one for me...it is called "Masks"
*Dee takes a deep breath*
The Mask
There is a girl I know who is always smiling. No matter what adversity she
faces she has a smile for you. Always eager to listen to your problems, she
always seems to know the right advice to give. So she finds herself lost,
staring into the distance on occasion. It is never for long. She soon snaps
out of it, smile firmly back in place.
When she goes out to the pub she is the life and soul. The one most likely
to dance on a table or sing at a karaoke, she defines fun. So she drinks to
excess and usually has to be carried to her homeward bound taxi. She is
still everybody's favourite party guest. She just knows how to enjoy
herself.
She has the perfect husband. Tall and handsome, it is obvious to all that he
is madly in love with her. So she gets quiet when he is around. It never
lasts for long. So he shouts at her in public sometimes. It just shows how
passionate he is about her.
Everybody loves her. Nobody knows her.
If she were to let her guard down she would show you her bruises and tell
you how tired she is all the time. How she just wants to go to sleep and
never wake up. How the alarm clock is her greatest enemy heralding yet
another day to be struggled through.
If she were to open a door in the wall she has so carefully built around
her, she would tell you abut the ugly, stupid, worthless woman she sees in
the mirror. How nothing she does will ever be good enough and how she never
seems to finish anything.
If she were to just trust you enough, she would tell you the stories of her
childhood; bereft of love but full of criticism, neglect and violence. She
would tell you how she weeps for the child she was when she sees happy
families on the television. How she listens, enthralled, at tales of loving
Grandparents. She would admit that she had her own child so that she could
give and receive unconditional love.
If she felt safe she would tell you why she slept her way around town. She
would tell you that she was getting back at her father by flaunting what he
didn't seem to care about. She would tell you how she felt love, attention
and affection beneath the writhings of the many strangers she had turned to.
She might describe how shame felt on those taxi rides home from soon
forgotten flats and houses.
Once, a long time ago, she had told someone all about it. He had told her he
loved her. He had professed to care. He had told her in a moment of
tenderness that he wanted to know her inside and out. So she showed him her
bruises and told him everything. He never called again.
If she could bring herself to open up, she would show you her bruises and
tell you how the first word to enter her mind when she is on top of a
building or cliff is "jump". How she just wants to walk and walk until she
reaches the end of the Earth, all the while knowing that ultimately, she
cannot escape herself.
Everybody loves her. Nobody knows her. Still. She is always smiling.
and this one is about my youngest child...
Redemption
Without your knowing it, I am watching you. You are sitting on the sofa,
drawing. Your face is a mask of concentration and creativity. Your cherubic
curls shine golden like a halo in the sunlight. You have a slight frown as
you choose your next colour and it makes the left side of your mouth curl
up.
The sound of the vacuum has not distracted you from your labours, nor has
the clattering of toys being put back in the corner. On the paper before you
is a pink dog running on yellow grass standing next to a brown blob. I ask
you who it is, you tell me that it is me, and then you smile.
My heart stops, fills, explodes. Something sharp catches in my throat and
salt fills my eyes. Unaware of the torrent of emotion you have unleashed,
you return your attention to the masterpiece in your lap.
One day, when you are old enough, I may tell you about my own childhood. I
am sure that in time you will ask about the grandparents with whom you have
no contact. But for now I want you to live in a world where there are no
monsters to fear and no one can hurt you.
You are the love I thought I would never feel. You are the patience I
thought I would never have. You are the light that has brought me out from
the darkness. As I watch you sleep, I am redeemed.
thanks for listening...
Dee xxx
--
******but I can no longer
do the 'eggshell walk'-
there comes a time when
one has to speak out-or
self destruct
Dragon-June 2000*******
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Willis
thing...sounds good though...and fills my heart with joy to know you are
creating...
much love,
Dee xxx
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<8nro5.7433$UP2.9...@news1.cableinet.net> the following:
>What is 'god's eyes'...don't remember it...maybe it is an
>American thing...sounds good though...and fills my heart
>with joy to know you are creating...
>
HISTORY / ORIGIN OF THE GOD'S EYE:
The Huichol Indians of Mexico and the Aymara Indians of
Bolivia weave brightly colored yarn on a simple frame of
crossed sticks to make a design called "Ojo de Dios" or "Eye
of God". Originally, "God's Eyes" were made to be placed on
an altar so that the gods could watch over the praying
people and protect them. They are now more often sold in
markets, reminding us that God looks with love on people
everywhere.
Thanks to "The Kid's Corner" for this tidbit.
Some examples and instructions should you care to make some.
A picture is worth a thousand words, I reckon.
http://www.makestuff.com/gods_eye.html
http://www.lafete.org/A&C/proj/god_eyeE.htm
http://www.kidsdomain.com/craft/godseye.html
>much love,
>
>Dee xxx
>
>karmagrrl <karm...@asarian-host.org> wrote in message
karmagrrl
wow! thanks for writing. both of these really hit home with me ... the first
one, that's what i was like at 19, exactly, except that i never had told anyone
yet. the 2nd one, wow, that reminds of me of my stepson (with my ex). thank you
so much for sharing these ...
peace and healing,
susan
karmagrrl
> What is 'god's eyes'...don't remember it...maybe it is an American
> thing...sounds good though...and fills my heart with joy to know you are
> creating...
i couldn't think of a way to explain them, but i found a web page ...
http://www.kidsdomain.com/craft/godseye.html
that explains the popsicle stick ones, anyway :)
peace,
susan
Willis
then...might make some myself...my kids seem to collect popsicle sticks!
Dee xxx
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Willis
Dee xxx
James_Tolson <Ja...@Remove-This.nbc.ii.net> wrote in message
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> On Tue, 22 Aug 2000 09:05:08 GMT, "Willis"
> <cwi...@cableinet.co.uk> wrote in message
> <8nro5.7433$UP2.9...@news1.cableinet.net> the following:
>
> >What is 'god's eyes'...don't remember it...maybe it is an
> >American thing...sounds good though...and fills my heart
> >with joy to know you are creating...
> >
> HISTORY / ORIGIN OF THE GOD'S EYE:
> The Huichol Indians of Mexico and the Aymara Indians of
> Bolivia weave brightly colored yarn on a simple frame of
> crossed sticks to make a design called "Ojo de Dios" or "Eye
> of God". Originally, "God's Eyes" were made to be placed on
> an altar so that the gods could watch over the praying
> people and protect them. They are now more often sold in
> markets, reminding us that God looks with love on people
> everywhere.
>
> Thanks to "The Kid's Corner" for this tidbit.
>
> Some examples and instructions should you care to make some.
> A picture is worth a thousand words, I reckon.
>
> http://www.makestuff.com/gods_eye.html
>
> http://www.lafete.org/A&C/proj/god_eyeE.htm
>
> http://www.kidsdomain.com/craft/godseye.html
>
> >much love,
> >
> >Dee xxx
> >
> >karmagrrl <karm...@asarian-host.org> wrote in message
Willis
Dee xxx
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karmagrrl
> did you get the ones I emailed?
yup! will read them later :)
peace,
susan
Willis
Dee xxx
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> Willis wrote:
>
> > did you get the ones I emailed?
>
Willis
strike you...
Dee xxx
(skateboarding around aar)
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>
> snipped to what especially struck me:
>
> > Once, a long time ago, she had told someone all about it. He had told
her
> > he loved her. He had professed to care. He had told her in a moment of
> > tenderness that he wanted to know her inside and out. So she showed him
> > her bruises and told him everything. He never called again.
>
> and the last state was worse than the first
>
> azure
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karmagrrl
> Aren't those the things we called mandalas?
might be, mandalas are circular but i could see these being called
mandalas because the design goes round and round. when i did the
8-spoked ones, they were definitely "wheels". all my life i've been
fascinated with circles and mandalas :)
peace,
susan
PisaCake
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"Willis" <cwi...@cableinet.co.uk> wrote in message
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: What is 'god's eyes'...don't remember it...maybe it is an
American
: thing...sounds good though...and fills my heart with joy
to know you are
: creating...
:
: much love,
:
: Dee xxx
:
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James_Tolson
<cwi...@cableinet.co.uk> wrote in message
<nMyo5.176$mE5....@news1.cableinet.net> the following:
>yet again, thank you James...
>
My pleasure, Dee. Thanks for the opportunity.
>Dee xxx
>
>James_Tolson <Ja...@Remove-This.nbc.ii.net> wrote in message
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>> On Tue, 22 Aug 2000 09:05:08 GMT, "Willis"
>> <cwi...@cableinet.co.uk> wrote in message
>> <8nro5.7433$UP2.9...@news1.cableinet.net> the following:
>>
>> >What is 'god's eyes'...don't remember it...maybe it is an
>> >American thing...sounds good though...and fills my heart
>> >with joy to know you are creating...
>> >
>> HISTORY / ORIGIN OF THE GOD'S EYE:
>> The Huichol Indians of Mexico and the Aymara Indians of
>> Bolivia weave brightly colored yarn on a simple frame of
>> crossed sticks to make a design called "Ojo de Dios" or "Eye
>> of God". Originally, "God's Eyes" were made to be placed on
>> an altar so that the gods could watch over the praying
>> people and protect them. They are now more often sold in
>> markets, reminding us that God looks with love on people
>> everywhere.
>>
>> Thanks to "The Kid's Corner" for this tidbit.
>>
>> Some examples and instructions should you care to make some.
>> A picture is worth a thousand words, I reckon.
>>
>> http://www.makestuff.com/gods_eye.html
>>
>> http://www.lafete.org/A&C/proj/god_eyeE.htm
>>
>> http://www.kidsdomain.com/craft/godseye.html
>>
>> >much love,
>> >
>> >Dee xxx
>> >
>> >karmagrrl <karm...@asarian-host.org> wrote in message