Now, my journey has expanded. My mbira travels to Africa just before I came home to the harp are once again calling to play those mbira notes that make one’s spirits dance.
Through a few journeys that I will relay in a different time, I came to the poem, “Ballad of the Harp-Weaver” by Edna St. Vincent Millay. I will add the poem later. That poem combines two of my passions, weaving and playing in a mythical way.
I passed on Amazing Mazie to the Cuddles project in southern California. They help mother’s who might abandon a baby. The harp has a permanent home. Christine had made the connection so the harp could have a permanent home.
I bought my own Amazing Mazie, a flatsicle from the maker of harpsicles. I was surprised that the quality was good and the company very good.. Associated with my Christine, my skype teacher, and Christina Tourin of IHTP.
My harp needs a name. She looks exactly like Amazing Mazie with sharping levers.
She appears in this sequence of photos as I start weaving a path on a 4 shaft loom in the color that came to me in a dream. As you gather, more is going on in the invisible realm than while I was in Ashland. More dreams, more Reiki, more grids with stones of striking color and energy, and more fiber to include fiber optic cable.
I will end for the moment with these photos. This a mundane account of my harp travels so far but I trust that they are only beginning. So more will follow.
