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Hello hello and welcome friends! We are truly, wonderfully blessed to have the amazing Jahanara come to teach us how to make Mongolian felted slippers! Indeed, such a comfortable and majestic way to not just survive the colder months warmly but to gracefully sway through your winter palace called home with beauty and style, gliding upon the shoulders of clouds!
There is nothing more satisfying and soul-nourishing than making your own shoes and clothes. Having made several pairs of shoes from leather, I can attest to this. But to craft clothes made from the hair of sheep, which is actually crystallized sun, will be a new delight for me, as well.
To approach the grand being called felt and the lineage that brings her to us, a majestic flock of swaying ladies made of old bones, beeds, songs and ancient knowledges of the secret rituals to make life feed life instead of turning on us in jealousy and hatred for our inability to make beauty, we will learn not just the ways of "making" the slippers, but the grand way of asking permission, singing songs, and making offerings so that we can walk together to the great school-house called learning, and sit at the feet of the Holy herself.
As Jahanara says:
I'd like to invite you to join me, Jahanara,
descendant of a long, long, long thread
of illustrious Needle-women and men......
a thread that stretches back through the diligent and magnificent hands
of my mother,
and her mothers before her,
as the ancient Dolomite legends tell us,
this passion for sewing runs far deeper and wilder than that...
Spiraling through my veins and fingers
from a magical, short, and excellent forest-dwelling nomadic people called the Salvans,
is an almost-forgotten knowledge of sewing Moon beams, Moon threads,
silvery long hairs from the shiny and wise head
of my dear old Grandmother (but that's another story!)
into the rock itself
and giving us the beautiful and luminous rocks we see today……..
what magnificent and
soul quenching stories are still swimming in the great rivers of your body and migrating into the fertile delta’s of your hands?
What deep water sturgeons and barking eels are waiting to be re-membered and sewn back into the heart of everyday life.
Please join me on this journey
of releasing our toes from the King's “foot”,
of returning majesty to our beloved fingers,
of courting back into this world
those forgotten stories, sacred knowings, and delicious life-ways
of those who have gone before us
and that make a difference to our hearts and
the heart of life itself.
A wise man once told me (ok, maybe more than once),
“Make it yourself!
Court the memories of these wonders that still live in your bones
and that have been sewn into the DNA of your soul.
With a sincere heart,
ask them to teach you in the old ways –
with story, with ritual, with remembrance...”