22 Days of Transformation: Day 7 3/6/10
Maori ,the indigenous people of New Zealand have a tradition of weaving baskets out of the leaves of the flax bush or harakeke. Traditionally, the harvesting, preparing and weaving were communal events and the baskets or kete ranged from the most utilitarian to ornate works of art.
Today, in our transformational community we gathered soul threads from our lives and made soul baskets. One person’s basket was made from light; another’s from seaweed; a third weaved a basket of vivid vibrant colors.
What is your soul basket woven from?
Will you use it to gather and harvest your magnificent moments of being?
First photo from Siena Ammon
Second photo from Alternatephotography
once again, dearest Rose, goosebumps at this beautiful meditation and blog entry. There is so much potential for remembering, facing, finding and naming the lesson within in each of these stages. What wonderful fuel for many hours of reflection, journalling ,sharing and growing.
more soon in a discussion in our community at google. see you there, nancyBe
Thank you so much Nancy for all your contributions. I am so glad you are gathering so many riches from these experiences and I love reading your responses here on the blog.
with love and light
Rose
Rose, in response to this visualization session I was impressed strongly yesterday morning to sit down & and draw a depiction of my basket. My drawing ability produced a fascimile more like a rag rug, but still it is a depiction I view with total understanding.
Using ribbons, I wove the base in bright grass green for early growth & my love of laying in the grass while chewing on a blade or two. The first level of the rounded basket itself was woven of mid-tones of green, yellow, reddish orange as exploration entered my life. Tan, yellow, aquamarine, & bright pink were laced with a thin thread of black in the next level as discovery and a troubled childhood took form. Green & black created the next level as growth & intense heartache interwove. Neutral tones of browns & dusty yellows built yet another level in a time of basic survival undergirded by frequent exposure to nature. Bland gave way to brilliant again in vivid blue & crimson as my spirit again took root in the external world in a new awareness of the egoic “me.” Yet, with shock I again watched my world crumble into a sea of black & yellow as betrayal & heartache gave birth to a path of inner knowing & wisdom. Again the colors changed, with blue changing to violet, then gold & crystaline white as I now moved into my true purpose.
Yet the ends of the ribbons remain unattached, ready to weave still another layer, and another in this soul container colored & braided from life on all levels. I’m not done, Rose, & neither is my basket.
Raora
Beautiful, Raora, your basket is a vivid and resplendent weaving of life’s dark and light. Thank you, Rose