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You Shall Make Tzitzit

15 Sunday Jul 2018

Posted by willmelnyk in Handmade, Judaica, Liturgical and Prayer, Scarves, Tallits, Will's Blog, woven music

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The “Tallit Prayer Scarf”

Today tallits come in many sizes, shapes, colors and designs.  This is possible because their are no rules governing what the tallit as a garment should look like.  The only part of the tallit that is prescribed is the tzitzit (tassels or fringes) at the four corners:

Speak to the children of Israel, and say to them that they shall make for themselves fringes on the corners of their garments, throughout their generations, and that they shall affix a thread of sky-blue on the fringe of each corner.

This shall be tzitzit [fringes] for you, and when you see it, you will remember all the commandments of G‑d to perform them, and you shall not wander after your hearts and after your eyes after which you are going astray.  

So that you shall remember and perform all My commandments, and you shall be holy to your L‑rd.  (Numbers 15:38 – 40)

I have found that the larger sizes of tallits are a bit, well, large for use in daily prayer at home, or while traveling.  So I created the tallit scarf in the photo above.*  It was woven on my rigid heddle loom, of 100% cotton.  The tzitzit are hand tied.

If there is an interested , we will offer them in our Etsy and Amazon Shops at Ephods and Pomegranates.

Tallit Scarf 2

Blessing for wearing the tzitzit (the tallit):

Blessed are you, Adonai our God, Sovereign of the Universe, who has sanctified us with commandments, and instructed us to wrap ourselves in tzizit.

This shall be tzitzit [fringes] for you . . .  It is said that this is one of the few commandments who purpose is carefully explained in Torah:  and when you see it, you will remember all the commandments of G‑d to perform them, and you shall not wander after your hearts and after your eyes after which you are going astray.  In a very real sense, the commandment to wear tzitzit is equal in importance to all the others put together, because its purpose is to remind us of them all.

There are several different designs of tallits in our Etsy and Amazon shops.  Perhaps this tallit scarf, which I have woven for myself, will become one of them.

* The scarf shown is a woven representation of the climax of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, which includes Schiller’s poem “Ode to Joy:

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.

Joy, beautiful spark of the gods,
Daughter from Elysium,
We enter, drunk with fire,
Heavenly One, thy sanctuary!
Your magic binds again
What convention strictly divides;
All people become brothers,
Where your gentle wing abides.

 

 

The Music of the Loom – A Poem

31 Friday Jul 2015

Posted by willmelnyk in Poetry, Shawls

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D95T5Y David Livingstone (1813-1873) Scottish missionary and explorer of Africa. Livingstone sitting at his loom and educating himself

Music Of The Loom
•(by Danny Kyle)

Pee nickle, po nickle, a’ roon the toon it’s heard
Pee nickle, po nickle, music o’ the loom
Pee nickle, po nickle, a’ roon the toon it’s heard
Pee nickle, po nickle, music o’ the loom

The weaver’s mind is on his work, his hands they deftly fly
Peace and rest his body shirks until his task is by
And he hums tae the music of the loom
As the cloth takes shape it brightens up the room

A weaver ne’er will mak a king, he’ll never be a laird
But the art that’s in the Paisley shawl will live forever mair
Aye the weaver’s workmanship is clear
And it’s time for rest as daylight disappears

The Queen she sits in London toon, she’s ordered up a shawl
But Sadie Fogg the weaver’s lass is queen above them all
And he weaves in the colour o’ her hair
Then he blows the candle oot, comes weary up the stair

The clickin’ clackin’ noises stoppin’, wheels grind tae a halt
An honest weaver tae the toon was worth his weight in salt
Oh the days of weaving are now past
But the memory lingers on in colours made tae last

A Loom Blessing from the Carmina Gadelica

25 Saturday Jul 2015

Posted by willmelnyk in Liturgical and Prayer, Poetry

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BLESS, O Chief of generous chiefs,
My loom and everything a-near me,
Bless me in my every action,
Make Thou me safe while I live.

Will at LoomFrom every brownie and fairy woman,
From every evil wish and sorrow,
Help me, O Thou helping Being,
As long as I shall be in the land of the living.

In name of Mary, mild of deeds,
In name of Columba, just and potent,
Consecrate the four posts of my loom,
Till I begin on Monday.

Her pedals, her sleay, and her shuttle,
Her reeds, her warp, and her cogs,
Her cloth-beam, and her thread-beam,
Thrums and the thread of the plies.

Every web, black, white, and fair,
Roan, dun, checked, and red,
Give Thy blessing everywhere,
On every shuttle passing under the thread.

Thus will my loom be unharmed,
Till I shall arise on Monday;
Beauteous Mary will give me of her hove,
And there shall be no obstruction I shall not overcome.

The Loom of Dreams

22 Wednesday Jul 2015

Posted by willmelnyk in Poetry

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Will at Loom

The Loom of Dreams
Arthur Symons (1865-1945)

I broider the world upon a loom,
I broider with dreams my tapestry;
Here in a little lonely room
I am master of earth and sea,
And the planets come to me.

I broider my life into the frame,
I broider my love, thread upon thread;
The world goes by with its glory and shame,
Crowns are bartered and blood is shed;
I sit and broider my dreams instead.

And the only world is the world of my dreams,
And my weaving the only happiness;
For what is the world but what it seems?
And who knows but that God, beyond our guess,
Sits weaving worlds out of loneliness

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