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
I stepped into an elevator. I was the only one in it and as the door closed I looked for a button to push. One single silver button was barely visible in the oddly painted interior of this elevator. I pushed it and immediately I began going up. But not for long. The elevator stopped. … Continue reading Spinning My Wheels
My new-to-me Ashford Traditional spinning wheel requires the use of an orifice hook, which is not a necessity with my vintage Louet hand-painted wheel. I also have learned that I need to oil my wheels far more often than I had been doing and this has made such a difference in the way both wheels … Continue reading Spinning Wheel Basket
I say this quite frequently — For now, this will be fine. For now, this is good. I’m ok with it this way, for now. Two little words that carry a ton of meaning. FOR. There is purpose wrapped up in these three letters. Intention, will, focus and offering. This is FOR you. I do … Continue reading For Now
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
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
I should have known better. It's happened a couple of times before. I said it years ago..."I will never knit socks." And then, somehow (I honestly don't remember what made me pick up teeny tiny needles and start knitting my first sock) I found myself knitting pairs of socks one right after the other. So … Continue reading “I Will Never…”
What is it about spinning? The wonder...the allure? Can someone even explain why? I will attempt to do so here, but at the end of it all...this fascination baffles me. From a certain viewpoint, taking fluff of various kinds and turning it into string seems incredibly strange, silly and perhaps even nonsensical. You know how … Continue reading Filaments of Light
There once was a girl named Jenny Whose interests were varied and many... Crochet and knitting Stitching and spinning Drawing and painting aplenty. *** To choose only one of them filled her with gloom. There must be a way to give all of them room. So lines and colors Fibers and textures She wove all … Continue reading The Summer of Weaving
I sit at a wheel running hither and yon over miles of asphalt ribbon Some so worn and shredded with potholes my car can scarcely bear the beating. *** Mile after mile, driving me from word to endless words.. I can hardly think, let alone tap into any source of light, joy, meaning. I sit … Continue reading Spinning My Wheels
