* In memory of Jocelyn *
I am grateful for baskets.
Baskets are some of the most useful prehistoric containers found the world over. Reeds, split willows, broom sedge, mountain mahogany and pithy early redbud branches are just a few samples of the trees and bushes harvested by knowing hands. The special trees and brush can be found by stream beds, in marshes, in the mountains, along meadows, and in forests.
Baskets are ever faithful when you need a picnic container, travel companion, perfect gift, or a child’s baby doll carrier. They hold bread, cookies, and tortillas wrapped in embroidered cloth. Pretty, plain, functional, decorated, wide, narrow, colorful, intricate, bulky, thin, in-between…your choice. You can find the most extraordinary baskets at Native Cultural gatherings or the County Fair. Some basket makers are homespun type folks on a string bean budget, or they can be from the most elite fine arts communities. Regardless, baskets are here to stay. They rule in the kitchen in our house and on dressers as keepsake holders. Remember baby’s first bracelet? At least one basket goes on every road trip.
Journal prompt: Keep a gratitude journal for 30 days. Be as simple or creative as you want. You can prioritize or be random as I am doing.
Discussion. Is keeping a gratitude log easy or difficult, or even boring for you? Feel free to share some of yours here. If the exercise seems trivial, try writing in parody or use humor and sarcasm.
Ramblings. I keep baskets made by, or given to me by special people. The top photo of the pine basket with the beads in the middle was made by the mother of one of my dearest friends. Joce passed in 1998. I’ll not get sappy. No need to explain. We were friends and co-workers for many years. Miss you girl!
copyright © 2013 photography and writing by Susan E. Rowland