Rawhide Rattle

I got myself some rawhide and have been loving working with it. Here is a rawhide rattle I made with a deer antler handle, a blue celestine crystal, and guinea fowl feathers.

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Being Lost, Being Found

I have been living out of cardboard boxes for almost a year now. Not due to laziness, but because this is a temporary home and our moving day always seems just over the horizon. Mostly we are organized, but somehow I have lost my vast collection of leather pouches and crystals.

To feel better about this, I found my drum, but I cannot drum much where I am, due to noise issues. My drum is a spiritual being in itself so just having it near me helps. It travels beyond its resting place no matter where I put it; I cannot count the times I have found it somewhere other than where I put it.

I think I am gaining spiritual ground even though I feel lost; I believe that most times we all feel lost anyway. I walk my path without knowing where my feet will end up next.

I have recently seen a fawn in the wild — my first sighting of a baby deer. I breathed with it and felt the beating of its heart. I recently played Dead Can Dance loudly enough that the bass jumped in my chest, as if my heart was beating with it. It is enough, more than enough, and I continue on, blindly answering some silent call.