Sunday, March 27, 2016
Shrine on a String
I don't know why I am not in Pittsburgh now, I really don't. I think to keep my worry energy contained and 2,000 miles away. Hope has always read me and I'm contagious. Last week Hope and Leland had a baby blessing, inviting their Pittsburgh friends to their Pittsburgh house to each bring a bead. My niece, Lisa Slesinger, and my childhood friend, Nancy Tapper Smith, were there.They read some of my poems, and I sent eight pink rose quartz beads from my mother's necklace. Rose quartz carries love and heart.
Here is the necklace, so beautiful and carrying meaning, prayer, and our New Mexico ways into this new place, my old love and home. There was the woman, Eileen, we met at Squirrel Hill farmer's Market with its two strong quartets and juice bar. There were friends from La Leche League and Hope's Crunchy Moms group. One woman said it was one of the top ten hippiest things she had done in her life. My dear ones called with a good report. Hope and Leland are magnets for gathering interesting folks.
I am in prayerful times, pilgrims Friday and Easter morning today. Hope herself was born in this house on a spring morning, Mother's Day in 1985. I sit and stare at this one photo of a wedding my cousin Amy Friendman Doran sent me. Beti is the glam blonde and Harry the tallest. These are my peeps, not so crunchy but definitely glittering and glad to be alive. I am living every day as my first/last. The necklace is a shrine, each bead has a wish and an intention.
Time to make my house shrine to welcome the baby, New Mexico style.
My Father's side, I recognize nine. Beti and Aunt Clara, the last two of the trio above.
at 8:32 AM