I have a lot of "stuff." One of my tasks in my retired life is to go through my stuff and get rid of anything that no longer carries meaning for me. I came across this ORB, and though it's been years that I've held it in my hands, this is a keeper. It is like my guitar, a part of my true self that has been neglected.
It's a beautiful object. You can turn it inside and out and make it into different configurations. The brochure says it is a "modern adaptation of an ancient design, precision handcrafted from stainless steel wire." I remember when I bought it at a New Age bookstore at the Ward Warehouse long ago (if my memory is correct), the person demonstrating it told a creation story with it.
That was actually the selling point, because I love storytelling. The brochure illustrates what the different designs mean, but I am sure the storyteller can make it mean whatever she wants.
Until one eon, they made this. And they were both proud of their creation. In their happiness over the beauty they had created, they hugged.
And they liked it. In their closeness, they remembered together the perfect sphere, which was their home. And in that moment of realization, they became the sphere again.
Diane Aoki is a writer who explores other modes of creativity as her intuition leads her.