1) Burnish grandma’s magdalene odundo style vessel
2) trim mugs
3) hand buils sahumadors
4) Finish bison
5) Throw 7 mugs THAT YOU ACTUALLY LIKE THE FORM OF
6) Throw bowls to send out with grad invitations. 15 if everyone gets 1 per household 36 if one per person :-P Maybe I should throw cups instead to send with my invites? a random mug in the cabinet makes more sense than a random bowl lol hmm
As I was walking into my apartment today, the grand daughter of my landlord was standing at the bottom of the stair with an ash cross on her forehead. I was confused for a moment but then said
"Nah! Just forgot to wash my face." she responded. We had a chuckle and I went to my apartment.
Ash Wednesday is fascinating to me. Seriously! I’ve been reading a lot about “dirt” lately. Dirt in this case being any matter out of place. Dirt in a pot with a plant growing out of it is not filth, dirt on your face is. How all of this is linked to “shame” and “shame/dirt commandments” are what keep social order. To accept someone’s ideas of filth is to be caught in a snare. How trickster figures use filth to uncover traps or “sacred truths” for what they were, illusions. How this kind of shamelessness is apocalyptic because it completely destroys the established order. Permeates the line between heaven and earth. Because fighting about how we as a culture define filth is to fight about how we have constructed our world. The sacred vs. the profane. And in this western culture we have left little margin for error or filth and invalidate chance and accidents rather than seeing them as miraculous.
The act of deliberately putting ‘filth’ on your face. And then, how it seemed to me, making a joke (to hide shame?) about it being out of place, is fascinating to me. Especially for someone who adheres to an Abrahamic religion.
You are taking ‘filth’ and placing it upon your head, your face, a zone of sacredness (as opposed to the genitalia, which is profane). Then you enter into the world again and by doing so, you become ashamed of the filth in your sacred area. You have crossed a boundary.
But you still adhere to the shame/dirt commandments. Somehow. This is an act of holding fast to it. It marks the beginning of a time of abstinence. It is just an ash cross on your forehead. All it reveals is your penance, nothing more.
Tlatzolteotl is cosmic filth. She is an extremely important component to the web of the universe. At every intersection, at every crossroads, She is the path of dirt, shame, validity in an accident. She is the things that conservative minds or moralists would cast aside as garbage. She is female. She is not just a biproduct of coincidence she is a creator herself. And because she is filth, slag, she is also a purifier.
Just some thoughts for today.