Dream :: Playing with the Ancestors

It may be the Veil thinning, it may be some things going up in my life that have me reflecting on my roots and who came before me...
But I have been pouring all of it in a new batch of spindles.

I took as reference the newest addition to the herd of antique Italian spindles, a small dainty one that is perfect, with its weight and size, to spin lace weight.
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And then I decided to "play with the Ancestors". Instead of going for a simple replica as I already did in the past, I decided to give this spindle a modern twist and something mine.
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I asked...what would my Ancestors tell me?
The answer kept coming in the shape of dreaming. Dreaming the dream. Conjure up things in the realm of reality that have been in my mind. Bring them forth with my hands.
A practice that has saved my mental sanity more often than I can tell, and that is proving oh so important again.

The little white feather...
I am agoraphobic. I don't go out much, my distances from home are short. But I am lucky to have a park behind the house, and I go there when I need to ground and hug a tree. Often, during these little walks, I'll find a tiny white feather, and that, to me, is always a message. "You are seen, you are loved, this is a pinch of magic for you".
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Thank you. All love.