Woven Myriad Things

When at a recent outdoor festival, I was inside a shelter and took off my shawl and poncho so that I could dance. When I came back I noticed a girl wearing the poncho: found at a second hand store and composed of a Native type pattern. It was strange yes, but I didn't say anything, there were lots of hippie people huddled together for warmth. I got up to dance again and when I came back she was gone with my poncho. My first reaction was the primal response of violation.

Then a sudden clarity came over me. That poncho was carrying some intense spirit. Now that it was gone from my life I felt clearer, like sage was burning around me or I had just emerged from a sweat lodge. That spirit must have been entwined in the very threads and pattern of the poncho. It seems like I needed to carry it for a while, and then it was her turn.

My Compost

garlic skins
avocado rind
powdered paprika
halves of lemon and lime
honeysuckle branches
grapefruit
egg shells
banana peel
coriander
carrot tops
green tea
fennel seeds
chamomile flowers
one sunflower seed
willow tree stick
eggplant tops
anise leaves
mushroom stems
green pepper seeds
kombu