I have been working on more pieces for my Shelter series. These days everything feel so uncertain and I have been finding comfort in creating pieces that are house shaped and thinking about shelter in more abstract ways- where do I feel peace, where do I feel safe? Above it says that this is available at Lark and Key and it will be, it is waiting to be packed up and sent on its way.
I have been finding comfort as well in reading the words of Linda Hogan. I quoted her writing in my last post as well.
“John Hay, in The Immortal Wilderness, has written: ‘There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the undercurrents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.’ Sometimes I hear it talking. The light of the sunflower was one language, but there are others more audible. Once, in the redwood forest, I heard a beat, something like a drum or a heart coming from the ground and trees and wind. That underground current stirred a kind of knowing inside me, a kinship and longing, a dream barely remembered that disappeared back to the body….
Tonight, I walk. I am watching the sky. I think of the people who came before me and how they knew the placement of the stars in the sky, watching the moving sun long and hard enough to witness how a certain angle of light touched a stone only once a year. Without written records, they knew the gods of every night, the small, fine details of the world around them and the immensity above them.
― Linda Hogan, Dwellings: A Spiritual History of the Living World