Friday, November 6, 2009

Cherokee Roots


Retrospectively, I've discovered deep memories have been striving to come forth in clay. Recently felt an inexplicable draw to travel to North Carolina. I now feel my Cherokee roots are pushing and pulling me and are struggling to come forth. This past week I've read several books about Cherokee history and legends. One book I'm reading about legends is The Path to Snowbird Mountain, by Traveller Bird.

You might recall Spirit Bird, White Feather, Black Feather, and the piece I called Balance. I made these pieces before I did any reading about Native Americans. This week I read Native Americans see the world as dark and light and believe in achieving balance in their lives. A good warrior brave tries to achieve a balance between the forces of good and evil.


With time on my hands I am finding libraries are a wonderful resource. I picked up Lark's 500 Animals in Clay. What fun looking at all those sculptures.

I also found the library has a large print section for novels and I'm reading two authors this week, Richard Wheeler and Phyllis Whitney. Wheeler writes about the old West in the United States. I'm reading The Buffalo Commons and Where The River Runs by Wheeler. Cindy and Meredith please check out Feather on the Moon, by Whitney, an easy read mystery I think you'll both like. I love the title and once you see the dust jacket you'll see why I chose that particular novel of Whitney's to read first.


Meanwhile I have glaze ingredients on order and should be able to glaze my pieces next week. I'll be mixing my glazes with my paddle drill on the picnic table outside our RV. Wonder what folks will think I'm blending up? (Insert wicked laugh). Gary and I are also researching the various choices of where we might move, planning our trip, and doing a few repairs needed to make our vehicles safe. I'm moving into the 21st century slowly but surely, learning Windows 7, how to work without a mouse, and next up is Skype. I even chatted on facebook with Mary the other evening. I heard a beep and saw a window pop up. Who knew, not me till now.

The rusty truck photos were taken at the same location I took the Christine photo. Please let me know what you think by commenting, I'd love to hear your thoughts.
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