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SWEET--AND BITTER--AND BEAUTIFUL

9/19/2020

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SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 19, 2020, LATE  MORNING
Today is a hard day. It's bright, stunning autumn, almost equinox, and it's Rosh Hashonah, the Jewish New Year, which is always about new beginnings, starting again. The tradition is to eat sweet, round foods--apples and honey, pull-apart challah--to evoke a sweet year to come. The sweetness also ushers in the Days of Awe, the period of reckoning and making amends for wrongdoing, leading to Yom Kippur, when the gates of heaven are fully opened for 24 hours. 

And this is the day when Ruth Bader Ginsburg died, and there is so much grief and fear and panic arising in the collective. I have also just finished watching a moving, heartbreaking film, "My Love Awaits Me By the Sea," made by Mais Darwazah, a second-generation Palestinian documenting her first trip to the homeland. It's heartbreaking, for oh so many reasons, including my helplessness at watching the people I "belong" to--the Jews--continuing to oppress another people ever-more deeply.  This ability to keep building walls and seeing "others," rather than seeing our essential unity and oneness, is running through the whole world, and is shown in shockingly stark contrast these days. It is truly overwhelming.  Whatever we believe, whatever "side" we are on, we are all tasting the poison and suffocating.  One of the Palestinians in the film who is living in the West Bank said that whatever happens, it will take many many years for his people to undo the walls that have been built inside them. Yes, there's the truth. We have to keep dreaming the new world we want to see, to transcend the limited story we are all caught in, and to really make amends. Build--create--something really new, stripped of old assumptions.

So it's a day of the sad and bitter, although there's also some sweetness. I must  go out to a beautiful place to help soothe my heart and give me comfort and hopefully strength. I do still believe what I wrote early on in the pandemic experience, about holding on to and remembering the joy (see April 2020 blog post), and I do, although the sadness has to be allowed in beside it.  

EARLY EVENING
It's true: after several hours outdoors with the land, I feel refreshed and lighter. More sweetness, and much more space to hold the sadness. I want to share some of that here, and since much of the feedback I've received about this (he)artspace blog comes in response to my descriptions of the natural world, I know that instinct is a good one.  Here are some impressions from this afternoon and other recent autumn explorations. (Remember: click on the images to see the whole view, and you can easily scroll through with the arrows from there.)
The place I walked this afternoon was on the expansive grounds of Holy Wisdom monastery, a lovingly-tended mix of woods, prairie and meadow. The land is stewarded by a group of ex-nuns who wouldn't submit to the Pope, and left the church to find their own ecumenical community. It is a deeply resonant conservation space and retreat center. One of my fondest memories of this place is the time I spent collecting cup plant stems in the fall, and since I literally found myself in a shutting-down-for-the-season cup plant forest today, I wish to share more about that.

Cup plants (silphium perfoliatum) are amazing. They are one of the tallest plants of the prairie, frequently 8 and sometimes 10 feet tall, standing up against the sky. (And for those unfamiliar with prairie plants, the roots may go down equally far under the ground.) The plant is perennial and long-lived. Its stem is square (yes!) and pairs of leaves emerge from it, across from one another, forming a kind of cup that insects and birds happily drink from. The yellow flowers that appear at the top of the stems are daisy or sunflower-like and cheery, and their seed heads are exquisite little mandalas. The plant has many medicinal properties as well.
I have long been intrigued by the square stems of these plants and have used them in a number of pieces, especially in large outdoor installations. The first of these, "Holding Space," featured the dried stems as unadorned linear elements. I liked the Baraboo quartzite rock that I positioned at the base of the stems so much that it also found its way into "Praise Song," which I shared in an earlier blog (August, 2019). There, I wrapped the stems in handspun and vegetable dyed yarns.
It seemed fitting to bring these installation shots to today's posting, for they may help indicate how integral my nature adventures are to my art (and vice versa). The "Praise Song" title of the last piece seems a fitting place to stop today, bringing my musings around to where I began- to the idea that we can always remember and cultivate the joy and wonder, for it helps us open to what it really means to be alive and embodied.
7 Comments
Linda J Roberts
9/20/2020 09:00:48 pm

What a lovely post-- so much heart in it. Both the sadness and the gladness helped me vicariously.

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Connie Frisbee Houde
9/21/2020 06:11:21 am

Thank you for your moving tribute and thoughts of where we are as a people and a world. I too have been feeling sad and scared and helpless. My trip into nature is to ride my bicycle along the Hudson river. Yesterday more I was thrilled to see an eagle soaring over head closer than I have ever been of such a majestic bit of nature. And I proceeded to have a very creative weekend. Something I have been missing.

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Olga Hebert
9/21/2020 07:10:25 am

I was touched by this post -- a tribute to a strong and noble woman and to the healing potential of nature both.

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Hedi
9/22/2020 10:20:58 am

Felt like I was with you in that beautiful place. Thanks for sharing.
love.

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Donna Day link
9/22/2020 03:36:39 pm

Beverly, the bittersweet rang through all of your piece. I was particularly touched by the comment about the walls we build inside ourselves and I see it applying to all humans, until the light comes in through a question or kindness or anything that does not fit in the box, and then everything can be challenged and changed. At least, that is the image I am creating from this, because of what you wrote. Your photos and info about the Cup plant are fascinating. Nature brings great joy and hope! Do you know any more about the hawk feathers? There are so many in that spot. They look very much like Red-shouldered hawk feathers. Thank you for your information, creativity, and inspiration... yours in peace and love,

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Beverly \
9/22/2020 04:21:05 pm

the feathers are from the wings of wild turkeys, which are now abundant here. (Once finding them was a novelty, but no longer). Someone must have put them there in some kind of offering or ritual

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Pam Bell
10/22/2020 06:02:23 am

Just discovered your blog...sent this on to a friend whom just finished
Hiking the trail.

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