Gather, 2014
By Alice Walker

It is still hard to believe
that millions of us saw Eric Garner die.
He died with what looked like a half dozen
heavily clad
standing on his body, twisting and crushing
especially his head
and neck.
He was a big man, too.  They must have felt
like clumsy midgets
as they dragged him down.

Watching the video,
I was reminded of the first lynching
I, quite unintentionally, learned about:
it happened in my tiny lumber mill 
town before the cows were brought in
and young white girls
on ornate floats
became dairy queens.
A big man too,
whom my parents knew,
he was attacked also by a mob
of white men (in white robes and hoods)
and battered to death
by their two by fours.

I must have been a toddler
overhearing my parents talk
and mystified by pieces of something
called “two by fours.”

Later, building a house, 
i would encounter the weight,
the heaviness, of this varying length
of wood, and begin to understand.

What is the hatred
of the big black man
or the small black man
or the medium sized
black man
the brown man
or the red man
in all his sizes
that drives the white lynch mob

I always thought it was envy:
of the sheer courage to survive
and ceaselessly resist conformity
enough to sing and dance
or orate, or say in so many outlandish
You’re not the boss
of me!
Think how many black men
said that: “Cracker,* you’re not the boss
of me;” 
even enslaved.  Think of how
the legal lynch mob 
so long ago
tore Nat Turner’s body
in quarters
skinned him 

and made “money purses”
from his “hide.”

Who are these beings?

Now we are beginning to ask 
the crucial question.

If it is natural to be black
and red or brown
and if it is beautiful to resist
and if it is gorgeous to be of color
and walking around free,
then where does the problem

Who are these people
that kill our children in the night?
Murder our brothers in broad daylight?
Refuse to see themselves in us
as we have strained, over centuries, 
to see ourselves in them?
Perhaps we are more different
than we thought.
And does this scare us?
And what of, for instance,
those among us
who collude?

Come see what stillness
lies now
in the people’s broken

It is the quiet force of comprehension,
of realization
of the meaning
of our ancient

and perfect
of what must now be understood
and done to honor
and cherish
no matter who
today’s “bosses”
may be.

Our passion
and love for ourselves
that must at last
and free us.  As we put our sacrificed
to rest in our profound
and ample caring:
ever moving,
and holy,
as the sea.

Happy Lughnasadh/Lammas! I’ve been saving my ginger peach candle just for today! I spent the day gathering herbs and Queen Anne’s Lace roots, honeysuckle blooms, marigold and mint to dry and grind later tonight. I’m also going to do some small rituals tonight and work with my Tarot tonight!


The last day of #LDSconf starts in 30 minutes. Here is the link to watch it live.

New sewing pattern “Marmalade” Gathered jacket

New sewing pattern for spring season here! Meet my newest “Marmalade” gathered jacket. (Japanese post here 日本語ポストはこちら)

This is simple and sporty style stand collar jacket, but front gather portion make fitted silhouette with feminine detail. You can wear and coordinate like riders jackets.

The back center bodice also has gathered portions, but there are two options for back design, you can choose with or without gather.

The sample is made by mid-weight soft denim. Please make sure to use fabric it can be beautifully gathered. 

The Marmalade jacket sewing pattern is available here! Now special price 20%OFF until 6th March! Of course included lining pattern and Japanese version available!

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