I have started numerous times to write this post over the last two weeks and each time, something tragic has happened to cause me to pause. Whenever I want to write about the dark and difficult times in life that we all experience, I always want to offer hope. I desire with every fiber of … Continue reading Where the Light Shines
I have walked on sidewalks for as long as I can remember. For twenty years, the sidewalks here in our Kernersville neighborhood have provided daily paths to pound pavement, breathe in fresh air, and work out the kinks in my mind and heart. Before that, it was sidewalks in and around the Ardmore area in … Continue reading Sidewalk Notes
It wasn't but a few months back that I honestly thought I would never weave another tapestry. Sounds dramatic I know. But life just felt too difficult, too complicated, too heavy with many things to carry, to figure out, to decipher, to attend. But there was a time, about a year and a half ago, … Continue reading Woven Grace
I have been weaving a series of small (really small) tapestries. Three inches by three inches, these tapestries all have the same motif...a wave, or waves, sky, and a small round circle. These shapes, which change both in color and arrangement within the square of each tapestry, have meaning and represent the ever-changing experience of … Continue reading Waves
Today I would a weaver be... Who knows what will become of me? *** Perhaps I'l ride on magic rug And sip hot chai in frothing mug. *** Or maybe wrapped in blanket warm I'll watch the coming thunderstorm *** Cocooned in woven warp and weft 'Til all the stormy days have left. *** Or … Continue reading Today
'Tis Christmas in the Spinning House the best time of the year... The bins are filled with fleeces and the workers full of cheer! *** They spin from dawn to dusk as shorter days it be Then 'round a roaring fire books and cocoa at their knees. *** On Christmas Eve they beg her to … Continue reading Christmas in the Spinning House
What would be the chance that the wood from which my spinning wheels were made is the very same wood from which the manger was crafted - in which He was laid as a babe in swaddling cloth? Is it silly to imagine that the very table of the Last Supper might have been hewn … Continue reading Wonder in Wood & Wool
While The Experiment still goes on, although with slightly less robust attention, I am filling the time for creating I have each day with spinning and tapestry weaving. Even though the slightly delirious tap, tap, tapping on my shoulder of weaving yards of cloth beckons me, I am fixing the blinders on to remain with … Continue reading Against the Warp
Nearly three months ago, on the evening of the last day of a tapestry weaving workshop, I landed in the ER at Baptist Hospital and didn't come out until three weeks later. Much like Alice in the story we all know, it felt like I dropped down a rabbit hole into a strange, albeit familiar, … Continue reading Alice in Weaverland
After the previous post went out, it occurred to me that I didn't exactly get around to writing about how creative play has a subtle power to change, move, ignite and inspire us to more creativity. I became enamored with my new word SWOODLE, and well, that was that. I kept on swoodling in my … Continue reading The Power of Play – Take 2
