Something that I make

shouts of joy

I write and make a lot of stuff.

Some of it sees the light of day.

Some of stays put deep inside my journals.

Some of it brews for later exposure.

My hands in mother clay at Penland

photo credit by Lee Irwin

Some stuff I make gets drunk by other people, or eaten, or tipped in to the compost, which will be eaten, eventually by my friend Josh’s new pigs.

Some stuff I make walks around on two legs, with jeans on, with attitudes, habits and gazes that I think about endlessly. I ache for those things.

Some stuff I make happens between me and you, reading on Laundry Line Divine. What gets made might be space and time to consider where your next soulful wandering will take you, what you might be doing with say, a single hour of your day today that is labeled “just for me time.”

All of it issues from my hands, my heart and my soul.

Some of it you can buy, like my Powder Keg Painted Prompt cards found on my Offerings page.

I have been painting sheets of these. In my usual Virgo, calculating widget-y way, I figure I have painted about 1500 spaces, which hold words or phrases. Some of you use them as writing prompts. My friend Suzanne uses them as dinner table conversation starters.

In this luscious dark season where we get pulled and pulled and pulled, let yourself get dark.

Take time outside, in the waning light of late afternoon to walk slowly and let yourself ponder. Sift inside for the seeds that you are harvesting from all you have done this past year. Savor all you have accomplished. Yes, even all those doctor visits with your daughter, the second and fifth opinions. Yes, those hours you sat in the hallway, outside the MRI room where your kid was being tested. Yes, even then, holding your mother’s hands, just so quietly. Just so quietly.

from my journal this morning...having my way with black gesso.

from my journal this morning…having my way with black gesso.

 

All of it, the care giving and the making, all that we touch in the ways that we touch it, strong, feminine, blessed hands doing as a way of giving care, making as a way of extending our touch.

 

It is all you. It has value. You, my dearest, have value.

 

Have a sweet weekend.

xoxS

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  • Julie Bond Genovese

    This helped me cry and I needed to ~ “in this luscious dark season where we get pulled and pulled and pulled, let yourself get dark. Take time outside, in the waning light of late afternoon to walk slowly and let yourself ponder. Sift inside for the seeds that you are harvesting from all you have done this past year. Savor all you have accomplished.” Dive deep and get dark 🙂 Thank you Angel Smoozie XOxo jewelz

    • Suzi Banks Baum

      You are welcome Julie. The night just fell here like a curtain over daylight….flumpphhhh. Dark. Sending you love from here. xoS

  • Kathy

    Can’t wait to see what your new website looks like, Suzi. Thought about you so strongly this afternoon had to come looking to see what you’ve been doing.

    • Suzi Banks Baum

      Oh Kathy, I was just looking at a photograph of you! Our time at Slow Time Salon was so special. I look forward to next summer. But first? Winter!!! Much love, S