Circles are an innate part of our history. We circle to share together and to let our stories flow from one to the next... and by sharing we see with our eyes what has lived in our hearts all this time. We all do the wash, cook the meals, nurture the babies, doctor our loved ones, and we all carry a bag of things that we no longer need... things that are like sticky mud holding us back... holding us down.
When we circle, we reaffirm for each other that we are not alone... we are magical and special.... each of us holding the ability within ourselves to leave the bag of self doubt, worthiness issues, old wounds that no longer define us, what others think of us, and a list longer that we will all admit..... just leave it in the middle of the circle... in the fire and as it burns it's gone.....Circles are a cathartic means of filling our vessels with a knowing........
While I was working on Granny Pumpkin the images spun of an enchantress of the brooms. Iconic imagery shows brooms flying about wistfully with pointy hat guidance, but what you don't see is the care and keeping of a besom or broomstick. I crafted each broom for this piece and my sweetness made blown glass potion bottles for each broom. I conjured an image of Granny, a wise soul, instructing each broom on it's magical purpose.... in a circle of sorts.
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