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Mabel McKay: Weaving the Dream (Portraits of American Genius, 1)
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♥♥♥♥♥ A fascinating and inspiring book
Mabel McKay, Weaving the Dream is a profound, poetic, and magical journey. I have read it aloud a number of times to savor its depths. If you have any desire to know Native Californians as human beings rather than museum pieces, you may want to start here. The book, which is steeped in the oral tradition inspired me to write the following poem which was published some years back through U.C. Davis.

Mabel McKay (Weaving Poem) (by Norm Milstein, 7/97)

Plumage of a Pomo basket
Flame of feathers blue and black
Strung with glistening abalone
Rimmed with ivory disks of shell.

Read her book slowly or not at all.
She believed that stories should be heard many times
To sink in and merge with the heart of the hearer
To sink like pebbles in the soul of the listener
To grow like seeds in the earth of our minds.

Read her book slowly or not at all.
Better still, read it aloud.
Taste each word and savor the flavor
Of willow and redbud and sedge.

"I never knew nothing but the spirit," she said.
"Only the spirit trained me.
I only follow my Dream. That's how I learn."

Plumage of a Pomo basket
Flame of feathers blue and black
Strung with glistening abalone
Rimmed with ivory disks of shell.

Read her book slowly or not at all.
She believed that stories should be heard many times
To sink in and merge with the heart of the hearer
To sink like pebbles in the soul of the listener
To grow like seeds in the earth of our minds.

Read her book slowly or not at all.
Better still, read it aloud.
Taste each word and savor the flavor
Of willow and redbud and sedge.

"I never knew nothing but the spirit," she said.
"Only the spirit trained me.
I only follow my Dream. That's how I learn."
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