Shibori Prayer Book

First there was writing.  

"Tell your own story," 

Adrienne Rich said.  

So I wrote.  

Then there was publish.  

"To publish is to make public," the dicitonary said.  

I began to read my work fearlessly.  

"You should take a silk dyeing class," a friend suggested.

"Then you can cover your poems with silk and your art will be come performative."  

I signed up.  

Two weeks after enrolling, 

my son had a paralyzing accident.  

"You should quit school," I said to myself.  

Myself answered, "No.  We will both learn to adapt."  

I became obsessed.  Everything became an opporturnity to make art.  

As I waited in the intensive care waiting room, 

I covered muy journal with sequins.  

I learned Shibori silk dyeing.   

Shibori is manipulating fabric, placig dye upon it and surrendering.

I surrendered.  

When I visited the capel at the hospital, 

I wrote in my journal.  

It became a prayer book, 

covered with silk.