Wednesday, April 22, 2020

#15. Read and write more poetry

Crashing the Third Wave

As a feminist, I'm not supposed to like
Ernest Hemingway,
Neil DeGrasse Tyson,
Sherman Alexie,
or the song Going to Georgia.



With you, I'm always trying to mend a bridge
I'm not sure how I burned.

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Completed: #15. Read and write more poetry

I've been doing both, the past few days. Here's mine:

Precious Little
(Pregnancy in the time of Corona)

I grew you in quarantine,
while the sick burned
and the healthy misplaced their minds
somewhere outside that they were no longer allowed to go,
while I lost my confidants to their living rooms
and my family - maybe temporarily - to disagreements 
over whether or not I should go to my appointments alone
(a precursor, I worry, to months of your father and I raising you blindly on the island of our backsplit home).

I grew you in quarantine
and you kicked like a fighter,
(like the baby I worried would never arrive,
as if to say: I'm here.)
(like a person who will face the world with the fire of her mother's convictions, and the strength of her father's certainty.)
(like the child I imagine, long-limbed and sharp-elbowed, with brow furrows that communicate everything.)

I grew you in quarantine,
where I tried to build a world for you from precious little,
in a home we do not own
in a city that does not hold you unless you have the money to make it yours.
I drew you crude birds of beads and woodburn,
and imagined one Spring we'd camp out in the backyard to watch their vibrant colours and songs come to life,
that the dark would close in and we'd count the stars,
and I'd hold you close, like when your home was my body.

Sunday, March 22, 2020

Progress #34. Try 10 different beading projects

9/10: Medicine Pouch for my Daughter

Been busy gestating a tiny human for the past five months, but this COVID-19 social distancing is leaving me with little else to do but reading and crafts.

I made this medicine pouch for my to-be daughter, Joni. I put the four sacred medicines and a piece of beach glass from Gaspé inside. The rest of its special contents, I will tell her, are up to her.

It is an Eastern Bluebird. They extend their range to Southern Ontario only during breeding season, so I've yet to see one in person, but I hope to, someday. I hope to raise Joni to love birds and the outdoors. We'll see.

I like that I have received most of my beading materials - fabric scraps, beads, threads - as gifts or in trades. It feels traditional. Authentic.

Friday, February 28, 2020

Progress #34. Try 10 different beading projects

8/10: Regalia Headband

Although I did the flower beadwork on a loom awhile ago, I only assembled it with fabric to match my vest mostly during the past few days.
I finished it with picot beaded edging.

Friday, January 17, 2020

Progress #34. Try 10 different beading projects

7/10: Loom-Beaded Bookmark

I forgot how much I love loom beading. It's been about 25 years since I've used a beading loom.

This bookmark is a feather in the colours of the medicine wheel. It is a gift.

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Completed #41. Learn to label all the states in America on a map

Been awhile. Been v. busy with work and general malaise. Finally completed the above.

As I remember things by shape (micro), rather than placement (macro), this app helped a lot, as it has quizzes on individual state shape: