Today

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

Wonder in Wood & Wool

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

Coffee Spin

While the coffee brews, I pick up my spindle with the delightful pink wool and I spin to the music of gurgles and drips. I don’t know why I do this. I am enthralled by the swirl of color and fluff, sparkle and texture, flowing through my hands. I grin at twirling a yo-yo-like wooden … Continue reading Coffee Spin

Attention

In the middle of November I started to draw what was happening in my head. Well, it wasn’t only in my head. Some of the ideas that flutter around in my head come through my hands, or at least get started to see if they want to be fully birthed. Not all of the ideas … Continue reading Attention

Twist

I've been mulling over, spinning 'round in my head and heart, a thought. I don't know if I read it somewhere, or if it just floated into my head like a bit of woolly fluff. It's one of those thoughts that brings both a sigh and solace. It winds and weaves its way into the … Continue reading Twist