Interconnectedness
Hello Gathered Threads Friends.
It’s been a while since I posted. Thank you for your patience. March was a whirlwind of helping my husband prep for an art show and his 40th birthday and then we went to Paris for a week for our anniversary. Upon my return, I got swept up in teaching Magic Vest Class, sewing orders, yoga teacher training, and trying to find the balance between staying informed and taking action against the horrors of the world and also not spiraling into a deep pit of despair.
But I have not forgotten you and I have not forgotten about the wall hanging oracle deck project. I think that this project might end up taking longer than a year but I’m still committed to it!
The piece I will share with you today took me about 4 weeks to complete since it is almost entirely done by hand. At first I thought the word connected to it would be “wild” but after finishing it, I realized the word should actually be…
Interconnectedness
There is no such thing as true solitude.
Even the most isolated feeling, the most private moment, the quietest grief hums with the vibration of everything else. We are not just connected—we are made of connection. Composed of links and threads that weave our existence into the greater whole.
Our bones are made of stardust—and so are the rocks. The breath filling our lungs is released into the air, drawn in by the leaves outside the window, transformed into oxygen again to fill the lungs of the bird perched on the branch. The mycelial web beneath our feet mirrors the invisible tangle of relationship that holds us: to each other, to the more-than-human world, to time itself.
To be alive is to be in conversation.
We often forget how deeply we belong to one another—how our healing ripples outward, and our harm does too. But remembering isn’t difficult. It begins with a little quiet. A pause. A willingness to listen.
Hear that flutter of wings? How it echoes the flutter of your pulse?
Interconnectedness is not something to be achieved; it is something to be remembered. It is already here, threading through everything, waiting for us to notice.
And when we do—when we open our senses to the great weaving—we begin to feel the truth of it in our bones: nothing is separate. Nothing is wasted. Nothing is alone.
Feel into that web. How will you support it—and let it support you? What and who are you here to co-create, co-conspire, co-collaborate with?
Creative Prompts:
Draw a map of your connections—not just to people, but to places, objects, memories, creatures. Let it sprawl, spiderlike and strange.
Pick an object at random and tell it’s story. Where did it come from? What hands have held it? What are their stories?
Let your next creation be collaborative in some way. Even if you make it alone, call in unseen collaborators—ancestors, dreams, spirits of the land.
Thank you for being a member of Gathered Threads and for following along with my Oracle Deck Wall Hanging Project! If you like this project and/or my work, I’d really appreciate it if you shared this post or anything I have made or done with someone you think would like it!
xoxox
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