Definin’ Shrimpin’ and A Whole Mess of Seagulls.

It’s funny how quick we can cling to our ideals so much that we overlook stark realities. How we can wrap ourselves up in our own lives and thoughts and projects and fail to really truly see what’s right in front of us. Recently there has been some discussion online about what craftivism is. Is it this? Is it that? Who can use it? What can it be used for? To me, it’s an umbrella term that captures every movement you consciously make towards making the world a better place via your creativity.

It’s become something so broad and so open-ended that in some ways it’s caused problems instead of helped to identify or explain. So one of the things on my to-do list is to capture the various definitions I’ve used to define craftivism in one place, along with the definitions from others, with this collection made in the hopes that if you’re trying to figure out what this all means craftivism.com can serve as a resource with an aim toward making things more understandable and less amorphous. And there will also be this blog that is updated semi-regularly about the everyday aspects of what it can mean to live an ethical life in modernity.

I’ve also started drafting a FAQ document so if people want to know quick answers they can find them. Eventually, I’d like to have other things linked to the site that others have written about craftivism (essays, theses, etc.) but it’s all a work in progress, much like life itself. Have any ideas? Definitions? Queries? Advice? Things to include? Then please feel free to either comment below or email me, as always. And since it’s just me, myself and I round these parts, it may take me a bit to get back to you, but I will, I promise!



That all being said, here are a few photographs taken from a recent expedition on a former commercial shrimping boat off the coast of Georgia. After only two hours on the boat, I was struck by how difficult and raw and backbreaking the work was, and again reminded how it’s not always necessary to look half a world away to find those in different circumstances or situations or livelihoods. I spent a fair share of those scant hours talking to the teenage son of the shrimp boat captain who had been shrimping since he was 9 years old.

Not only are the coastal regions of southern Georgia beautiful, I had no idea how enriched they were with ocean life. Even though I know that lots of interesting creatures and crawlers live under the sea, given its all too often calm surface, it’s easy to forget just how varied and fascinating the findings are once you peek under the water. Hammerhead sharks, eels, horseshoe crabs, blowfish, flounder, crab, hermit crabs, rays and shrimp were just some of the animals that plopped down on the sorting table, all but the shrimp returned to the sea. Dolphins and sea gulls followed the boat playfully, jumping and screeching, respectively.

We talked about working from sunup to sunset to how hard it is to make a living on the sea to the cost of fuel to the dangers of what can lurk in the nets. It was the perfect analogy of life and all of its varied crevices, how nothing is as smooth as it seems or solely black and white, how every decision we make is based on the millions of events in our lives that have occurred up til now. But perhaps most importantly, it was a reminder of how to keep our eyes open to the fact that no matter how something or someone may look, they are always, without exception, more varied, more amazing and more surprising than what you may see at first glance.

So, with that in mind, I try to define a term that has many definitions and uses in a world that’s just as complex. But that’s what’s so exciting, that what I gain from it may differ from what you gain from it, and still at the end of the day, we are all heading towards the same place. Like the sea and our lives, it’s all changing and moving and evolving as time continues, which makes everything all the more delicious indeed.

buoyant.

Last week I took a little vacation down on the South Carolina shore with 40+ of my relatives, something we’ve been doing for the past 30 years. After recently finding both the perfect sunscreen and the perfect bathing suit, I went swimming in the ocean for the first time in years.

When I got out far enough to dive safely, I dove into an oncoming wave. Immediately that feeling of freedom and floating that I used to love as a child came rushing back as everything went quiet underwater even though the wave was crashing up above. I did somersaults and handstands and laughed outloud without really thinking about it, it was like I was on autopilot from 1985. There was nothing to do but immerse myself as the waves bellied out to the shore and lost their roar.

I’ve always been drawn to water no matter how vast its expanse. In Norwich, it was the Wensum. In London, it was the Thames. In Wilmington, it was the Atlantic. In New York, it was the Hudson. All of these bodies of water heard my deepest secrets, held my hand in sadness, showed me beauty when I felt lost, gave me energy when I felt weary. They all nurtured me and were my greatest confidants when I needed them most.

I have no idea why I took an almost decade-long absence from the sea, where in the broadest sense, all these old playmates converge as one. In just that one short dip in the Atlantic last week, I went back in time and remembered what it’s like to float buoyantly and stare up at the sun, letting the waves take you where they wish. It was some sort of homecoming, as I dipped and jumped and dove and swam and smiled, covered by my perfect sunscreen and wearing my perfect bathing suit.

Lately:

* Knitting keeps you nimble
* The new Sigur Ros album
* The work of Kari Steihaug
* Knitting is good for your brain
* Learning about social surplus (via Murketing, thanks Rob!)
* The seemingly inevitable fear hits the inevitable Tracey Emin
* Reading Shreve Stockton’s archives of traveling solo across the US on a Vespa and current coyote adventure

ALSO: Dislike global warming? Like crafting? Want to combine the two? Go to 350.org and participate. Go for it.