I have had the Inner Child Cards sitting here waiting for me to make and glue them a tuckbox out of the box they came in. I think they’ve been sitting here for 8 or 10 months. I must get that done.
They are huge cards.
ALADDIN & THE MAGIC LAMP
This is The Magician in other decks. Bookshelves: hmmm, I just took down over 1,000 books that I had catalogued online and I deleted all my posts in a group. We were reading a book as a group and when I do things like that I am careful to make notes and look up interesting tangents and words and discuss things.
As part of my study, some mythology came up, for which I mentioned relevant card decks or art, and I got the urge to make a quilt using the book as impetus. Apparently some people in the group found this to be something to ridicule, particularly the quilting, like it made me some sort of fluffy bimbo.
I found it quite odd that spending 200-300 hours making fibre art would be something to deride and snicker about, but that’s the kind of immaturity I’ve observed in groups of people–one starts with the snickering and then they all start. Still, it’s a bit shocking when you’re pouring huge amounts of effort and commitment into a group to have this sort of attitude pop out.
I left the group as it brought me crashing down in mood. I’ll bounce back, but it was just such a shock after seven weeks of commitment to the project and my personal artistic explorations engendered by it. It negated all the happy exploration and sharing for me.
Sometimes online groups can have a soaring and creative vibe when you get the right mix of people and the right subject, something that inspires everyone. This group was like that for five weeks while we prepared to read the book, and I thought people would contribute their reflections on passages and such when we started reading. Instead it turned into a jokefest of poking fun and off-topic ephemera. When they started poking fun at my personal interests and relevant posts tying them into the book, it became too much.
Rats. You think you’ve found some like-minded people and are sharing and reading together, and then some idiot sticks a pin in the balloon.
There’s a whiff in that genie of letting things out of the bottle. For instance, I could have kept quiet about my quilt and other artsy projects, I could have bypassed comments about card decks and not posted at all about what I thought about reading the book. There wouldn’t have been anything to target then, but then I wouldn’t have got much out of the study would I? Nope.
So for me, the genie in the bottle comes out to say that the window is open to worlds around me, and there are lots of books to read and places to explore in my mind. I can go anywhere. The bird awaits and we shall fly out that window and discover great things.
Unfortunately, I’ll be alone on my journey through Ulysses, but so what? Each day I’ll do my 10 or 20 pages of the book and make my notes in my handmade journal and look things up. I’ll turn on some jazz radio and cut my quilt blocks out and sew them in a sunny room, and at the end of two months, I’ll still have the delight of the journey, the light of learning, the satisfaction of making something to celebrate the passage.
The light never goes out because it comes from me, and I’ve got a candle on the windowsill for further light on gloomy days.