they call, every night...
We need to experience a landscape that is timeless,
whose agenda moves at the pace of speciation and glaciers.
To be surrounded by a singing, mating, howling commotion of other species,
all of which love their lives as much as we do ours,
and none of which could possibly care less about us in our place.
It reminds us that our plans are small and somewhat absurd. Barbara Kingsolver
teri windling quoted barbara kingsolver today,
and part of that quote is specially appropriate for me. now.
i borrowed it.
so many of you have checked in
about my wee disaster
and that caring is much appreciated.
and all is fine, except those folded papers, that is.
then i walk out and see
even my neighbors, the cows
fully engaged in cowishness
and i need to get on with being human.
being a fiber/book/papermaker
and a weaver.
this whole adventure with weaving on the stump
began with a curiosity about those four selvedge peruvian weavings.
and here it is, a book about just that.
i've woven tiny and slightly larger squares.
hundreds of them
many many experiments have resulted and there are
four stump looms now,
one especially for slot and tab pages.
my dear therese sourced these beautiful japanese shuttles
and bamboo quills for me
perfect for weaving longer cloths
on the little schacht 4 harness loom.
here is the stump,
a little worse for wear.
it's been across the country, to australia twice
and to canada with me.
and spent many evenings in my lap,
as i dream of those peruvians
of long ago.
and today in our classroom
three girls and one boy
were singing along with the radio.
our injured, damaged, and dear students,
happily singing, together.