Off they go.....

I packed up the "show drawer" of temari last night. By's taking them in today, along with a nice little sign and price labels, to be part of the "first Friday" gallery night. I'm excited about them being on display, and I'm excited about maybe selling some and getting more money for my projects, but it's hard to let them go to homes where I don't have visitation rights. (I dumped the drawer out on the living room floor and spent an hour handling them before packing them away. About 20 got put back in the drawer because I just couldn't let them go. One large, fairly fancy temari was put back because Byron couldn't let it go--isn't he sweet?)

If you're interested, they'll be at the pearl, which is at 1818 McGee, from 6:30 (I think) until 9pm tonight. Not terribly expensive, either (shameless plug).

Pagan things (talking to myself...)

I found the following *paper* journal entry this evening, as I excavated my craft table, and felt the need to share:

1/4/00

Language is a freedom, and a barrier. Even when the words are the same, there are limits to understanding.

I say that I am pagan, but what does that mean?

I say that I am dedicated to the old gods, which only provokes more questions.

I call myself Jera, and try to walk a path of fluid balance, but that is too personal to discuss with strangers.

I practice a religion whose language is ten thousand years of mythology, seven continent's gods: a renaissance of pantheism, ancient gnosis, and 20th century science, psychology, and popular fiction.

It is difficult to define to someone who does not know our stories. It is difficult to define at all: spiritual rather than religious, experiential and evocative, without liturgy or doctorine.