Monday, August 18, 2008
it does take a village
An ages-old African sentiment that has become increasingly clear in my little world, especially within my framework of strong and creative women. The past several weeks I've noticed a a slight groan or breath across the globe from many of the women I've connected with both personally and digitally. Perhaps its seasonal, perhaps its the state of humanity, perhaps its a simple awareness of the day-to-day but its grown apparent to me, this ebb and flow, and for this I am grateful. I've also noticed a pacing of sorts, a pause and need to slow and purge. Its refreshing really to see this collective breath. Many of us are moms, many are creatives, many are purely driven women but there seems to be a common thread, I can't quite put my finger on.
I've just come from acupuncture and am feeling sleepy, although the purpose today was to boost energy due to a determined toddler defying my shut-eye. Those little needles make me squirm but I'm all for reaching into an holistic approach toward wellness and am intrigued by the cross-cultural. Another kind of therapy found at a wine bar this weekend with said group of women above. Our conversation, poignant, humorous and delirious, captured the essence of the 'village' concept. I do believe we feed eachother and thereby we nurture eachothers' children. We sustain one another directly or more often by mere presence and these roots grow a community at home and at large.
A thank you to this collective, finding our way in our own way. I've designed a subtle correspondence in honor of this ubiquitous effort. Hand-pressed on heavy cottony stock, simple notions that celebrate. (online shop soon)