{"id":740,"date":"2012-02-12T14:37:25","date_gmt":"2012-02-12T19:37:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/?p=740"},"modified":"2022-09-17T19:01:44","modified_gmt":"2022-09-18T00:01:44","slug":"harp-chapter-5","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/?p=740","title":{"rendered":"My own Amazing Mazie"},"content":{"rendered":"

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

My harp needs a name. She looks exactly like Amazing Mazie with sharping levers.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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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 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[18],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/740"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=740"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/740\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1278,"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/740\/revisions\/1278"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=740"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=740"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.aprilponders.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=740"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}