I must admit that I have been lingering on Rainbow Beach much too long. I had decided to travel quietly and within myself, so in that guise I seem to have missed all the parties and revelrie, the market and pageant. Long I pondered what i should give Triton as appeasement for taking a piece of coral from his sea paradise to give to the wise women of Mudjimba.As always when waiting for the muse to strike I attended to what I know best and most instinctively- stitching and colour- the motion and vibration of both things sends the soul ahumming. And so I sat in the far corner of Rainbow Beach working away and as I worked it dawned on me that as i was taking a piece of Triton’s paradise, so perhaps I should gift him something in exchange from another paradise. And so I did. I found a piece of coral from an earlier trip in the Maroochy area at Turtle Beach- a small fragment of the most beautifully patterned coral- the size of a small coin , but how it told of other worlds and places .
This little fragment inspired my stitching. I made Triton a blue piece of coral, to blend in with his underwater world in the hope that he would let me take a red piece of coral.
I boarded the little Led Zeppelin for my journey to the island.About midway there the sea called and I knew I would have to brave my fears and hope that Triton was in the mood for appeasement. Strangely he was- he was fascinated by the gift, wanting to know from whence it had come, whether the sea there was the same as his sea,whether a merman ruled those waters as he guarded his own and so he agreed that I could take a little piece of the red coral if I promised to come back and tell him more of that other world. Surpisingly the piece of coral he gave to me to take was remarkably similar to the blue piece I had given him. Whilst the world so often seems to be at opposite ends and in contradiction when we really look and try to take it in ,things are not so different after all.
And so it happened despite my trepidation I made it safely to Mudjimba Island where the song of the fabric muse awaited me for the women of Mudjimba had heard my lament and had decided to take a hand in destiny and asigned Textilia their youingest sister the role of textile. cloth and stitch, the embrace that touches all humans form the beginning of time.
2 Comments
January 22, 2008 at 12:23 am
This is just wonderful Dijanne. I love it that you are ambling along at your own pace and taking the time to savor this world. Hopefully the E blog will let you post now. Perhaps it has just been busy.
January 22, 2008 at 7:58 pm
As always, your textiles are exquisite. And I love your storyline, too.