This is one of the many, many bookmarks I’ve made in the last three years. I find rope or ribbon, second hand now (It wasn’t that way in the beginning but when we know better, we do better.), and combine it with beads that others have discarded, and my favorite treasures of all… RUSTY METAL!
I find these, much like other people find pennies, when I’m out and about in the world. They remind me about how hard we are on this planet, keeping me awake to the realities of the way we live. I bring them home and make magic with them–bookmarks like this and ornaments too–and then give them away, to encourage other people to remember to tread lightly.
It seems like every time I give one of these gifts, or post a picture online to show my friends, someone says, “Oh, I wish I was creative like you.” I’m not, or at least I never thought I was before. I always wanted to make things like this but when I tried, I didn’t care for what came of it. I would take it back apart, put everything away, and go back to my regular life.
When I started trying to find ways to keep some of this stuff out of the landfill, the results were suddenly… different.
I love these things because they aren’t just pretty or useful or cool. They have meaning. I make them in the spirit of love, and it’s as if the love gets woven right in, then the people around me love them too. I think it’s a special kind of magic that comes from service to the earth, to others, and to myself (honoring my creative self). That magic belongs to all of us… even you.