A long time ago I read that mothers placed their babies on black and white cloths when they were put down in the ground or the floor. A grid or a zigzag pattern of black and white confuses the dark spirits who might live beneath us. The cloth is a protection device.
I’ve held onto this idea for years. It’s time to make a protection baby play cloth. I need to do it. I am loving the doing of it. My love is in this grid and my grandmother strength and determination are in this cloth. Making something that grows larger and stronger with every step along the way, makes me feel stronger and somehow safer.
