Work In Progress
I loose myself for hours in eternal moments of focused prayer and weaving, one stitch one breath one thought one stitch.....time does not exist everything is now and here, and possible. The vibration of birds songs blending with feathers being woven, tree spirits dancing in the moss, random threads are precious and perfect and belong......then something calls me, I look up and wonder where am I ? weaving my way through time and space.....what a strange and AWE some dance.....
I continue to be awed by the Spirit, Power and Medicine that makes itself known and moves through my body mind and soul when I simply sit on the earth and weave........