Safe Travels: A Ritual for Those Who Love

To Abby and Mark: A ritual celebrating the journey of love bonded in the ceremony of marriage.

Here is a ritual for your journey. Take it literally;
The time for reflection and the figurative is in the future.
1. Place the butterfly in folded hands of prayer until the wings
can be spread across the land you leave behind.

                    2. Make a wish in a body of water that's new to you both,

casting the tokens far or close (as long as they stay behind
with any remaining apprehensions)

                    3. In the final dark before your arrival,

            scatter glitter like ashes and light your candles, so 

each reflection of light on gold manifests a glimmer of

creativity in your future together

Final cover and spine, with new details, typewritten titled

Plans for Abby and Mark's ritual, the book, the spine

The new cover, step one; details for cover and spine,
typewritten

Details for inside cover page: Safe Travels for Those Who Love:
                Abby & Mark

original and altered page one, with room for
notes from the ritual

original and altered page: May the next trip you take together
be the first in a series of memorable journeys
Safe travels to you both, and to the love between you two
a message to the traveling newleyweds

Title Page

Gluing the edges of the pages, after the first
pages, and title page, to prepare the book
block for dremeling compartments

Traces the ritual objects, dremel the shapes, create
a border with gesso, use a similar process to
embellish and unify the ritual objects page with
gold tissue paper

The Ritual

Here's A Charm

Made in the fashion of folk magic;
A passport for the tourism of celebration.
May your quest to enjoy every moment last...
From now on

The chain is made from hand crocheted, corrugated, gold linen thread.

         

The charm is made from an appropriated gem pin, embellished with three feather charms that came from the flea market held at the Florida fair grounds. The necklace is a birthday present.

Sleeping the Whole Time, a Mummy May awake

And Wish to be Surrounded by That Which is Familiar

you are the faint smell of thistle and shade; i will wash your skin in the unrecorded depths of the sinkhole beside the asylum

i always thought something without a heart was living there, beating the other species at their own game

last night i dreamed of you in the seat next to me

and it wasn't relief or shame that i felt, giving you a second chance

I Made a Ritual for You

So You Won't Have to Think About What To Do Next

roll the dice, swallow stone, light the candle, to not be alone

the statue is each other's you.