What is it? What is it?
As a child I remember being fascinated by them, just as I was by the tombs of the Egyptian rulers and the ruined cities of the Mayans. Trying to imagine life before us, this current incarnation of humanity that we are, one could literally feel one's mind expanding, grappling with a notion too big and ancient for its small understanding.
While I have retained this interest in lost cultures into adulthood (most recently in the form of obsession with bog bodies), it had never occurred to me to wear it. That is until my team of archeologists (that would be Talu) and I discovered this 60s Lascaux-dress in the caves of Red Light Vintage in the ancient city of Portland Oregon.
Now I'm the first to admit I own many beautiful frocks, (perhaps one too many) but this is the fairest of them all.
It's like all my childhood dreams of prairies and Nangijala and every other mythical horse country rolled into one happy, sunny garment! It literally is like wearing a painting, or as the case may be, the wall of a cave, smeared expertly with minerals and moving shadows from the firepit.
I waited for a very special occasion to bust it out and yesterday's even certainly was special: two of our friends are having a baby and the mother to be invited us (my mother and I) to a women's circle to celebrate and share. It was a beautiful sunny day in her sisters garden and most all of the wonderful women I know here were there, a treat for my mama to get to be a part of.
One of our friends invited all women who are not mothering children into the circle, to call respect to the fact that that being a mother is not the only act of mothering. We mother each other, our gardens, our animals, and hopefully this planet too. As I may have stated before, our community is very momma-centric, which can sometimes be hard if you're not one, something people don't often take into account and so it was nice to hear this acknowledged and share this love with these mothers and grandmothers and unborn and born babies.
Those words got me thinking about this poster we have hanging on the wall at home, and how important it is to see us all as part of a community, not just the people in our immediate presence. I'm glad I am connected to you ladies this way, an electric circle of women.
Laughter and tears and soon a new baby to meet, life is good. Hope it is so in your corner of this beautiful Earth.