My newest Jewel...

She's here!  Not without some drama, but all's well that ends better.  We welcome new granddaughter, Izabel Jewel.

beginning all over again

In less than a week I leave for North Carolina where, hopefully, new granddaughter Izzy will be waiting patiently to make her grand entrance.  At this point, her mother says she seems to be trying to kick her way out of the womb.  For months I've been dreaming of her and thinking of how she carries my grandmother's grandmother's grandmother's mitochondrial DNA back more than 40,000 years.  We are the daughters of "Jasmine".  Her clan lived near the Euphrates River in what is now Iraq, and her descendants traveled north through Turkey and Anatolia and Greece, into the Balkans before making a left turn and making their way into Northern Europe more than 8,500 years ago.  According to Brian Sykes in his book, "The Seven Daughters of Eve", her clan brought farming with them to Europe after the last Ice Age.

"Walking on Broken Glass" amulet necklace

 They brought domesticated grasses and sheep and goats.  The women were most assuredly weaving baskets and cloth.  I wonder if they were the people who built homes on the banks of the Danube with shrines for the goddesses of fertility - of life and death.  

Izabel enters a world so different from her Neolithic ancestors that it boggles the mind.  And still she carries in the mitochondria of each cell, the echo of their lives.

Epigenetics

“At the heart of this new field is a simple but contentious idea—that genes have a ‘memory’. That the lives of your grandparents—the air they breathed, the food they ate, even the things they saw—can directly affect you, decades later, despite your never experiencing these things yourself.”

From the BBC television program The Ghost in Your Genes

http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/the-ghost-in-our-genes/

it's the end of the world as we know it ... and I feel fine

Well, the world didn't end.  There was no giant asteroid and the Invisible Planet Nibiru didn't blast the Earth out of existence.  The magnetic poles didn't reverse and flip us all into outer space or do whatever that calamity was supposed to do.  Dave and I didn't go food shopping the night before even though the cupboard was bare.  Who wants to waste their last night in a supermarket?  What's the point?

My unemployment insurance did end though.  Now I'm retired instead of "out-of-work".  It feels better somehow. I'm still one of the "47%", but now I'm not feeling guilty about it.

Blue Crystal Night Amulet Necklace by Maggie Zee on Etsy

The Diviner's Amulet by Maggie Zee

(detail)The Diviner's Amulet by Maggie Zee

It's hard to live every day as if it was your last if you're a born procrastinator.  I do have a special reason for being glad that the Earth did not end on the 21st and that is that I have a new granddaughter who is due to make her entry into the world on January 21st.  I would have hated not to have gotten to meet her.

I think she has my nose.

healing

In quilting, there is an old pattern called "streak o' lightning". To me, it always referred to an event that changed everything in the blink of an eye. The events that happened across the Long Island Sound in Connecticut last week changed the lives of so many people in a matter of minutes. There's nothing new that I can add to all the things that have been said in the last few days about the need for gun control legislation, better mental health services, and a major change in our culture of violence. I think of my own grandchildren and I ache for those families who now have to cope with unthinkable loss and grief. My heart and my prayers go out to them.
 I had been working on a blog post before this tragedy. Since the subject was healing, I'm going to go ahead and post it now, even though it feels a little frivolous.

Can jewelry heal?

 Now, I don't mean can a necklace cure cancer or a bracelet stop the flu, but I'm thinking of the kind of healing that helps restore a person to a place of wholeness or balance.  Not like when we buy ourselves something to make us feel better temporarily, like some women engage in therapeutic shopping or need to buy one more pair of shoes when they're depressed (No sweetie, I'm not talking about you here; I fully understand that you need 80 pairs of shoes for work because you're on your feet all day, I really do. I'm more of a barefoot kind of person myself, so I never really got the shoe thing. I did buy a pair of shoes once just because they had these sexy little cut-outs that showed some toe-cleavage, but I couldn't wear them for more than 15 minutes without going into excruciating foot spasms - but I'm getting sidetracked. Sorry. Short attention span. ) I was talking about jewelry. Energy jewelry. ART jewelry.

 I've been an artist my entire life. Painting, fiber, pottery, assemblage. Jewelry is just so personal. You wear it next to your skin. It reveals something very personal about you to every person you meet. Status. Values. Beliefs. I've been noticing something very interesting about when people look at my pieces: if they are looking for a piece to transform them into someone they are not, they won't be able to make up their minds and they end up not buying anything. If they already understand who they are, they will connect with a piece that expresses and enhances that. I had wondered how that dynamic will work on Etsy, but it seems like people can be drawn to a photo as well as the actual object.

 I've had training in two different shamanic traditions: many years ago under a student of Michael Harner's "urban shamanism", a mix of Celtic and Native American, and more recently with a student of Alberto Villoldo and The Four Winds Society in the Peruvian Q'ero tradition. Some of the people I was initiated with are practicing healers. I'm not. I'm not going to make the necklace that saves the world. I just want to make jewelry that makes people feel good. Beautiful and strong. Protected and grounded. I want to help people TO REMEMBER WHO THEY ARE. I put that intention into every piece I make. I hope that's enough.

Thanksgiving is early this year

We survived a devastating storm and an election. And right now, we're being pounded by a Nor'easter. Miraculously, superstorm Sandy did very little damage to our house and property. For that, I am deeply thankful. I protected the big trees in our yard with offerings of cornmeal, according to Native American tradition, and red strings, according to some other tradition I had heard about. Maybe Celtic? A version of a Scots clootie, perhaps? In any case, it worked. We never even lost power. In between cooking pots of soup for not so fortunate friends, I managed to make and list a few bracelets on Etsy. And make my first sale!! (Thank you, dear Kristin.)

I'm a believer ...

I've been lusting after some of the leather amulets I've been seeing on necklaces on Etsy.  You can see some of them at Quisnam, Desert Talismans, Stregata, Infinity Stop and other shops.  I've gone through my closet (and Dave's), a couple of thrift shops, even tried to talk someone out of a well-worn wallet, but no luck finding the perfect piece of old leather to become my personal amulet.  When I tried to envision what it would look like, what I saw in my mind's eye was a Moroccan coin purse that I had bought at a head shop when I was in college, carried in my jeans pocket over many years and across several states.  I could not remember when or where I had seen it last, but I couldn't get it out of my mind.  The rust colored goat skin.  The stamped design in gold.  Opened and closed a thousand times.  I'm talking the sixties here, folks.  I hadn't seen it in like, thirty years or more.

In anticipation of selling our house and moving south, we were going through some boxes the other day. One was filled with stuff my daughter had left behind when she went off to college years ago.  A old jewelry box.  Pens and pencils.  Pay stubs from an after school job.  Her high school stash box.  And at the bottom - you guessed it - the little worn Moroccan coin purse.

Sometimes you can call things to you.  Important things like friendship.  Like love.  And small things that have little or no value except to make you a believer.

And a couple of new listings on Etsy:

http://www.etsy.com/shop/maggiezees

 My heart is pounding, but I finally did it. With Dave waving around a couple of flashlights, I pressed the button and opened my Etsy shop. Why is it so terrifying?? Maggie Zee was already taken and so was Urban Amulets and Etsy wouldn't let me use an apostrophe, so it's maggiezees. With an "s".

Some pieces finished in the last couple of weeks.

turquoise deer & labyrinth amulet necklace

close-up of turquoise deer

Chinese bronze coin amulet necklace

I will never do a multi-strand necklace again. Not fun. I don't have the attention span. I must have taken it apart 20 times.  Well, 4 times at least.  The white beads are rainbow moonstones and they really are very pretty.


I have three more necklaces to photograph, but the computer is causing massive headaches and I'm not able to download anything new.  One of them is really spectacular though - check back next week.





The Archaeology News blog had the following story today...http://archaeologynewsnetwork.blogspot.com/2012/10/cavewoman-jeweller-rewrites-gender.html#.UG-Ch7KPX90

If you were to be buried with items that would tell future archaeologists just who you were, what would they be???

the grandmother stone ...

Back in the day when I made "art" quilts, I avoided commissions much like I avoided going to the dentist.  My nature is just contrary enough that needing to please someone else's aesthetic shuts down whatever  creativity I might be able to channel.  So when a woman I know asked me last week to make a stone that has special meaning for her into a necklace, I said I'd have to see the stone first.

My friend picked up the stone in the Andes, in Peru, on a journey with a group of other students of Peruvian shamanism.  It turned out to be a very interesting rock.   It has a petrified bone sort of feel and it's triangular rather than round so there are a total of three sides, each one with a distinct "face".  It fits perfectly in the hand.  In this picture it looks a bit like a dinosaur skull .

I had planned to do a funky kind of bronze wire wrap.  I still think that might have been the best way to go from an aesthetic point of view.  Now, how do I explain what happened next without making you think I'm a total New Age Wacko?  This rock definitely did not want to be wrapped in wire.  The words that popped into my head were, "Would you put handcuffs on your Grandmother???"  So since she's Peruvian, I decided to treat her like a beloved Peruvian ancestor and wrap her.  Beautifully.  Lovingly.  First I put some seeds into the crevices in the stone.  Then I wrapped her in a pale skeletonized leaf.  A strip of gold embroidered silk sari fabric next.  (I don't know about your grandmother, but mine liked a little glitz.)  A tiny speckled feather and a piece of root are tucked into this layer.  Then a strip of hand-dyed silk and a leather thong to hold it all together and attach it to the bronze "hanger".

I always try to work in a way that is mindful, for want of a better word.  I try to respect the materials and use pieces that already have some history to add to the



story I'm trying to tell.  I think I'm sensitive to the vibrations that different materials have, (though I usually have to look up the meaning and properties of the gemstones I use), but working on this piece has taken that to a whole new level for me.

My wish is that the necklace that I've created around this interesting stone will in some way enhance the holistic healing work that her guardian, Susan, does in her life.

A link to Susan's website is below.  She is a certified holistic health counselor and a gifted healer.  She even has a very affordable online program and her site is a goldmine of useful and helpful information.

Check it out.



http://www.thestillpointhealingarts.com/

and on FaceBook at https://www.facebook.com/StillPointHealingArts

shell beads

I've been waking up every morning at 3:48 A.M.  Too early to start the day but too late to try to fall back to sleep right away.  So I get out of bed, try not to wake Dave and the dogs (truth be told, the dogs are only too happy to occupy the warm spot I've just vacated), and I make my way downstairs.  Sometimes I take my ipad with me, sometimes I just sit on the couch petting our geriatric cat, and sometimes, if I'm really really lucky, there's something interesting on tv.  The other morning there was a show on the NatGeo channel about the excavation of a hominid child's skull in a cave in Morocco.  Along with the bones, a number of tiny shells were found.  They had holes in them and under the microscope, the holes showed wear patterns that indicated that the shells had been strung on sinew or on some kind of plant material.

Jewelry.

These people were making and wearing jewelry 125,000 years ago.  And what's more, the shells were not local; they had come from hundreds of miles away.   I just cannot imagine what meaning that strand of shells had for those people, but they pull me back through the millenia that separate me from that child and his mother.  I fell asleep on the couch and had a dream about making a necklace of shells, specifically a shard of clam shell that I found on the beach near my house that I had been practicing my hole drilling skills on.  No wire.  Only plant fiber.

My dream necklace involved quite a lot of macrame but  my attempts were rather pathetic.  Need to revive those old hippie skills.  I think I'll dig out my old macrame books and get some softer material and redo this.  The hemp has a mind of its own.

clam shell amulet necklace, close up