mark of the blue hand from the Bower Bird Blues workshop
(photo courtesy of Old Man Crow’s iPhone at the Gold Coast airport)
mark of the blue hand
Posted: January 12, 2015 by Mo Crow in magicTags: India Flint, inspiration, Roz Hawker
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Tags: India Flint, inspiration, Roz Hawker
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Love that blue hand! Maybe now you indigo people have a secret way to identify one another. I always feel that after marbling…
Yes!!
A badge of honour!
I have fallen in love with the colour & process, the alchemical nurturing can be done without the use of toxic chemicals or peeing in a bucket & the aroma from Tarla’s vat was not at all evil. Sometime in the not too far away I will have a go at keeping a jar here in the middle of the city…. I really want to try more leather!
To learn a lovely organic process that you can maintain in the city . . . yes!
Ahhhh, your finger nails match your ring!! Left a message on part 3. ox
they do!
I’ve been watching the blue hand moving
across the page, and the cloth work.
I’ve been watching the weaving fingers
slide under and over to each knot,
I’ve been feeling a loving heart singing
the twisting and turnings of it’s tune.
I’ve been watching the blue hand moving.
thank you for the beautiful poem Michelle!
Mo, the setting of this workshop so breathtakingly wondrous and the making of talismans so fitting; a tribute to the wisdom, knowledge and creativity gathered.. For all of these wonderful photos of your time at Bower Bird Blues, it is the last photo, besides your talisman, that lingers with me…the sisterhood of the blue hand, a fitting souvenir, a forever memory. The sharing of your adventure with India and Roz is quite a gift, thank you..
(((Marti)))
oooooo mai mo
what a heavenly workshop
lovely people, lovely work
typical a Mo amulet
lovelove it!
(((Yvette))) indigo is like holding a piece of the sky! was just reading in Jay Griffith’s book ‘Wild’ (page 402);
‘…and the brilliant blue scarves that stream out in the wind at every Mongolian shrine. This blue represents the sky, which is holy. “Why is the sky holy?” I asked a monk, who smiled back. “Because it is the sky” he replied, pure Zen.’
Giving new meaning to “the blues” …
(((Liz)))
Ha, you don’t only have “green” fingers …. now you have blue fingers too ! 😉