My Convocation with the Alpaca
I would like to meet an Alpaca. Going to the Peruvian highlands came to me in a dream quite some time ago. At the time the dream was folly but today the dream is taking on a palpable form. There is an Alpaca who has some wool to offer me. Just as the esteemed Merino in New Zealand calls my name, the Camelid likewise beckons me to travel.
I recently went to a Fair Trade Sale at Four Corners in Winnipeg. Sadly a venue which could not survive in our competitive marketplace. They had a closing out sale and I flocked to it. There were many beautiful handmade crafts and textiles and linens to admire. I purchased many (too many) items but the most cherished item of all, I found beneath some table linens. It was folded inside out and did not look like much. I unfolded the item and voila! here is what I found! My interest in Alpaca yarn is not a clandestine verity as you may by now have discerned. It cost me all of $1.50, which saddened me because the embroidery is not pretentious or sophisticated but quite exquisite and it deserved an au courant pricetag. It is a rich tapestry that someone worked who intimately knew the land and the animals in it. The Alpaca is summoning me to keep knitting, it is a sign and I take it seriously. However, I daresay it is much more than this, she is calling me to her highlands with a subdued and muted voice.
I think this tapestry will prove to be one of my revered “allegorical chattels”. The Peruvian Alpaca stands proud here in my office. She has boundless patience and kindness to offer me.
I am a strong believer in signs. The signs I refer to do not evoke doom, paranoia or dread. I’m referring to signs that confirm my life journey. Locating a sign is similar to being alerted by an omen. These signs are compelling once they are identified, and they offer explanations and clarifications. In the past i’ve stumbled upon a sign unexpectedly. They reveal themselves to me and not me to them, although I am wooed by them. I’ve endeavored to model a paragon through the examination of these signs, which present themselves as objects and exist in my personal environment. Study of these pivotal items disclose their connections and meaning to me. Suddenly subtle nuances transmute the object. Something familiar is suddenly identified. Out of the blue the lights get brighter, an item i have owned and seen thousands of times unexpectedly unfastens a deeper meaning, marveling the object’s symbolic importance. Their value takes on an irrefutable verve. An object like a picture, or a curio item on a shelf articulates that my journey, my reason for being here was marked out before i was even aware. These are “Allegory Items” connect me to times, events, and travels or connect me directly to a person – substantiating the yawning why’s of existence. When I look under the surface, abandon my conventions, I can behold the metaphors or paradigms as precursors, they preempted what was to be or what has already been (and/or will someday later still be confirmed). I will site examples of these as time permits from here on in. I don’t attribute dark foreboding, ominous meaning to these (sometimes) objects, on the contrary I try to see them as sanguine markers. I am always incredibly fascinated by how they are imbued with gravity when i finally stumble upon what they may purport to personify.
This photo, from long ago, portrays one such example which to me completes a perfect circle in my life – yet again.
The lamb tries to to nuzzle me and is almost telling me something – quite conceivably the mysteries of the woolly friend the sheep? Only recently did I stumble upon this photo. It pleased me to rediscover this moment, which only strengthens my convictions that we should not ignore the symbolic occurrences in our daily lives. We have remote instincts as humans, we so rarely utilize them.