The Beauty Catcher
The Beauty Catcher I made a dream catcher in girl scout's camp once. We collected short sticks and wove yarn around them until a very simple and clear web had formed. I had chosen two colors: hot pink for the center with baby bird blue concentric squares surrounding it. Some kids dangled feathers from their dream catchers, but I didn't want them. They just seemed like too much. We also added a few beads here and there as our special touch. I don't remember how we wove them in, but I do remember how they sparkled as I held the dream catcher up to the sun. I was fascinated by what I had created. I wonder what happened to it...I could sure use it now. I think I should make a new one. Now I imagine myself approaching the world with my arms and legs wide. My heart is a pink center while baby blue emanates from my skin. I wait for my hands to finger silk, my ears to vibrate from a tantalizing interval, my eyes to absorb a fluctuation of color, my nose to tingle from a tangy odo...