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.
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AuthorDiane Aoki is a writer who explores other modes of creativity as her intuition leads her. Archives
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