this moment. a friday ritual
a precious moment to cherish from my week.
Here are some long promised coconut palm weaving processes
first The Dilly Bag
and next The Fruit Bowl or Calabash
the beautiful serpent like weave on the headband was taught after my teacher had been with some weavers from Vanuatu. The ladies wear them for dancing and ceremony and he also said they make the flowers below and stitch them around the band. how beautiful and if you chance to see the vibrant green against some unruly dark curls you will see the island regality! Lily made plenty of these to sell in Port Douglas market and to give to friends. we all ended up using them to keep our hair back.
and for the advanced lesson, The Taro basket/backpack in New Guinea style as far as I know.
ok that was fun! now i will scramble my brain and make a double size Taro Basket! {it took hours upon hours} but the result is magnificent and brings a lot of amusement! What an achievement. thankyou to my teacher Aaron. i hope we have many more days weaving at the beautiful Davies Creek! Aaron related to me the islanders can whip one of these up so quickly make straps, sling it on for taro harvesting and when done, toss it into the forest once more! I would love to go there one day for weaving…
here you can see the creation of a few days. Note the coconut palm mat which it’s all modelled on… not my work. something to aspire to next year! on the front right is a square bottomed basket. see if you can work that one out!!
Weaving coconut palm brings me a lot of splendid happiness!
and now the large Taro basket looks golden and strong in it’s dry form some months later.
what are you weaving into your life at the moment? would you like to do a Coconut Palm Weaving Workshop with me next year in Queensland?
forgive me. i have been so negligent here at RosaLindenTree. {gotta change the name one day, too long, any suggestions?}
so here i am banished out of the bus today for being too grumpy and crotchety {yes it’s not all love and coconuts.}
and i find happy refuge with a friends internet connection! yay. hours and hours of electricity. not a bad punishment.
so here comes a massive catch up with lots of photos and words! awesome.
get yourself a cuppa it’s really loooong…. but good!
a day after flying into Cairns, we are guided to Stoney Creek just north of the city, a beautiful cool place to land and have my first QLD freshwater dunk for the year and then take quiet grounding time to balance stones and add to the growing collection in the creek bed. i am so happy, jesse is so happy, the children are so happy scrambling about and crushing ochre stones. it feels good it feels right and i remember exactly why i am committed to this crazy lifestyle! and i am quickly recovering from my ten day solo pack up and leave Bellingen stint while sick and overwhelmed. thankyou dear friends who helped us and fed and housed us… right back to happy…
another favorite camp north of Port Douglas, we often come to the creek here for swimming and picnics, today a good ole spaghetti ragu with local produce for lush salad… maybe a week into the trip and we are still all getting on!! yay
and then another day beaching at Four mile Beach in Port Douglas, if you head to the central or southern end you can completely avoid the holiday crowd…
ah my girl,
i think the above two shots could qualify for the 52 week portraits (a year of portraits of my children
from Che & Fidel)
Our gorgeous friends from Sacred Oz have their incredible Message Stick Vehicle at home this week. I love closely looking at all the diverse Indigenous artworks from all around Australia and often find myself with heart swelling tears. Look here to find out more about this remarkable icon of Australian Reconciliation
a very rare photograph of Jesse and I {thankyou Michael} and it’s even a genuine joy moment! hooray
the trees, the creek, the stones, the hairyman in the forest with a hollow stick…
serious rain business to dress up for, making channels for the smaller streams, floating things dowstream, splashing and getting the hangof the balance bike… and getting nearly all your clothes wet numerous times a day! aaarh
above you see a variety of phases of coconut, in the silver bowl fresh water from a yellow nut as on the left. on the far right an opened young yellow nut with jelly flesh, above an older brown nut whose thick white meat we grate as you can see in the centre and the empty shell can be used as a handy vessel.. mmmm below you see a young nut with a drinking hole deftly cut open…{not my work, i am more savage…}
monkeying around with slippery coconut jelly meat
campfire buckwheat pancakes… mmm
here i used buckwheat flour, but my favorite recipe using whole groats is from my friend Carly over at
noticing i didn’t photograph the rain moments so it looks so dry and fun…
we cope by making delicious food, playing games, reading, letting the kids play in the mud and water, eating something else yummy, going walking and splashing and adventuring, being patient, keeping the interior of the bus as tidy as possible while it’s a laundry site, allowing space and solo moments despite being so confined, making a bush treasure hint, crafting, knitting, writing, sleeping, listening to the water, singing…
had a little coconut frond weaving and made up this little flag fan… ahh it’s soooo hot… not, but it will be soon.
and this beautiful fruit bowl. more on weaving soon… maybe even a tutorial
inside crafting… the discovery of the one dot holepunch brings hours of amusement. poor deprived kids.
then this bear gets completely re outfitted by Lily lovingly..
Just before departure we finalised this upstairs canvas cot for Lily, we had been dreaming it up for years and now it’s manifest and is awesome! keeps the floor space clear and Cedar has Lily’s up front bed even though his little old cot was so cute…. Thankyou Marty for the help. It is two bamboo poles with a canvas cot slung between them. clever. good. smart. simple
i’ve had a jaffle maker for a few years and finally christened it! yum. childhood goodness. {basically took so long because i am so uptight i refused to buy square sliced bread! i let go a little when i found some organic spelt loaf.. so neurotic. but admitting it freely xxx {i trully don’t care if you eat square sliced bread by the way, i will eat it with you happily i just love love love sturdy loaves of bread with hard crusts and chewy centres! i also have a few ridiculously stupid high expectations on myself} ahhh liberation it was soooo yummy!
more good camp food. Babaganusch {spelling?} guacamole, vegies and roast spuds!
can you tell we kept our spirits up by focusing on the meals all week….
Lily’s early birthday present appeared one morning… a slack line which has brought alot of fun and challenge to us all!!
under the gaze of the mountains
in the deep verdant grass and flowers
lies our stinky bounty
the treasure we hunt
with joy and exclamations of success
there in the garlic field
after the harvesters have been
and tirelessly pulled tonnes of perfect garlic heads
we are free to forage
delightful abundance
food for free
following the legal art of gleaning in France
as our french guests have enightened me
we gather
a years supply of pungent organic garlic
grown 300m from where we sleep
blessed are we
when hands are put to work
and a little effort and a group of willing children
it’s fun for us all
and then a mad dash home hysterical
high on garlic fumes
the rain chasing us
thankyou to the growers who water mulch weed harvest and share this beautiful crop
xxx
Last year I made a great basket to hang inside our door to pop all our shoes into. It’s a little worse for wear as we cram it too full or we have too many shoes…
so on my last day in Queensland I wove up this replacement, a little bigger, a little better technique.
After the markets on Sunday in port Douglas we escaped to four mile beach. It was so windy, maybe 20-25 kn blowing from the south east , hence masses of kite surfers, wind surfers and my friends who sailed out on a little nacra catamaran.
I watched friends play with their kids and a little training kite, I watched the joy of children running, I sheltered behind some trees, I wove and cherished my last moments with the palms.
I could hear the crackly rustling of palm leaves blowing and the song of the frond in my hands.
I love the palm as weaving material as it is beautifully patterned, firm, broad, colorful, pliant fibre. The geometry of the styles is satisfying also for someone who has done more wild style weaving.
This basket is modeled on a classic style often used as a bag or carrier, it was the first style i learnt to weave and is sonetimes referred to as a billum bag/ basket. It is woven from sections of two fronds of matching size.
Eight pairs of leaves are interwoven to create this squareish practical, strong sided basket. I have modified the traditional design by weaving one above another on a single set of great ribs. ( the central wooded part of a palm branch )
I am regretting not photographing the entire process now! I was totally being in the moment and not thinking about this future post, or the fact that it’s hard to find palm weaving tutorials or teachers here in Australia.
Next time…
I am hoping Jesse will bring me some fresh coconut palm on his drive down to meet us in Bellingen next month…
Blessings
( yes it is 3 am, I’m awake after soothing jet lagged Cedar who’s been up crying, but lovingly supported by dear aunty in the freezing midnight hours so all good…)
Hot tip on jet lag, try travelease from the living essences! Amazing at helping me to feel more present, patient and perky today after a dreaded flight.
I also received an excellent mini body talk balancing from other dear aunty. Ah it’s beautiful to be with my sisters and our gaggle of children!
During camping this week I found a little time for weaving. I had a beautiful frond of coconut palm and adapted a traditional wall pouch design to my own imagination. Namely making the pouches more square cornered and wide based. So happy with the result!
I love how quickly coconut weaves up and how beautiful the green with yellow stripe is.
I also made this little basket from dried lamandra. A fresh water reedy plant which a lot of us grow in our gardens also. It’s made in a more indigenous style of twining. Slow and fiddely work but very strong and pleasing in the end.
Last week I got brave and had a spot in mossman market weaving and selling (2) baskets! It’s a challenge for me to go public, I am pretty private about my craft usually but the interest was great. and boosted my confidence to face my fear.
I loved the focused time just to sit and weave. At one point I was so engrossed , when I looked up there was a crowd standing around me watching and I got a shock. I had wandered off into crafting peace!
What are you making?
What brave thing have you accomplished?