Weaving fascinates me. In the way some people get excited about sports cars or wine, or birdwatching – I’m turned on by the warp and the weft, the over and under and through, the patterns made and the solidity of the blending.
Oddly, I’ve spent relatively little of my life weaving with physical materials. I played with weaving fried grasses when I was a lonely young girl in a volatile rural home – I wanted to adapt thatching and weave wall mats, to make a house I could run away to.
I did the typical kid potholders with a plastic loop loom. I can, in a pinch, braid.
Weaving is one of those things on my “Someday” list – a list I’ve been thinking quite a bit about, lately.
But the truth is that I lead a weaving life already, only most of my weaving is invisible unless you know where to look for it.
I am a weaver of life, of emotions, and images, and ideas, and stories. These are my threads, each with their own color, texture, and character – their own life. That pattern is woven out, sometimes consciously, others as though it had a mind of its own, and often somewhere in between.
I am weaving a life of intention for myself and my family. It isn’t a perfect life, and we aren’t perfect people. But the threads we weave together – love, learning, feeling, fun, and some of those shadowy things that add depth and breadth and texture to the pattern. Because the kids have never gone to school, we’ve had long, uninterrupted years of togetherness, weaving to the rhythm of our family, with little imposed upon it.
Writing is something like that. The ideas and moments and bits of dialog that get caught in my mind, that pull other things to them as though they were the first snowflake in the storm. The themes that weave out in epic, convoluted fashion. The characters and stories that grow and change with me, that have been with me in some form since I was a teenager.
It makes me happy to see that, even if I don’t own a loom, I am still a weaver. I like looking at myself and my life that way.
Do you find yourself fascinated by something? What about it appeals to you? Have you tried it? Why, or why not? Do you understand what it is about it that speaks to you?
Saturdays are for sharing!