Before signing off on the last post, I mentioned how a newly born idea recently came floating by. Most notions work that way. They appear, and either disappear or come to life. In this sweet case, they've come to life!
I began my search for neutral beaded bracelets towards summers end. In my mind, a vision of an exact design. During my search, I found nothing that caught my eye. My mind wandered to when I was about ten years old. Memories during that time are always fresh, it seems. I was a ten year old hippy. The year was 1969! I had long hair, suede boots, and turquoise rings. Later I'd wear those rings on every finger. That year, I'd finally climb to the top of the tall city park maple tree. I carried a pocket knife in my pocket, and was determined to climb to the very top branch to inlay my initials.
This period of time was challenging for a lot of people. The Vietnam war was gong on, and moms awaited news about their sweet boys. Life was ever changing, and the war brought tragic consequences for many.
I don't remember too much about the Vietnam war. My thoughts centered around the city park maple tree, and riding my bike. I recall seeing news reporters giving daily updates about the war, but it just didn't seem too important to a ten year old girl whom was blessed with loving parents, and a home with a two car garage.
For some reason, I've always been interested in stories about war. Quite possibly, in my little girl mind back then, it did effect me. War of any kind, has negative impact, no matter you're a flower child or not.
The past few weeks PBS has been airing a special about the Vietnam war. I've cried, laughed, and held my head in anguish since I began watching the presentation. I would encourage all to watch, as it really helps you to appreciate everything, more.
Later on, when I was ten, my mom practiced yoga in our living room. She'd put on black tights, and stretchy top, and begin doing yoga poses. Back then, yoga was new and not very popular. My mom was always ahead of things. I admired her way of thinking, and recalled how she didn't try new things not because they were trending or popular, she did it because it made her happy.
One day she handed me a beautiful beaded necklace she'd made. The excitement I felt, is fresh in my mind, today. I was proud and quite intrigued with her new hobby, and thought to myself how cool it was that my mom entertained, put into action her thoughts.
That ten year old excitement has reappeared!
Introducing, The Alice Bracelet.
Keep the faith.