Wednesday, March 29, 2017

A Post Script

Wednesday, March 29th, 2017

A Post Scrip to my previous "Loom" post.....

While leafing through the last edition of the magazine "Handwoven" looking for something which would reinforce my thoughts on using a fine white linen as warp for a silk weft, - (both yarns that languish in the top drawer of my left-overs), I came to the last page, "Endnotes".

The article, by Benjamin Krudwig, tells how he was originally drawn to be a weaver, based on the official reason and "one that covers the deeper question of why I started" weaving.

"There is also a metaphorical reason why I love weaving. 
 It is one of the greatest metaphors for life.  
We create this beautiful and unique piece of art called life, seemingly out of nothing - 
weaving relationships, experiences, and stories into a fabric 
that when viewed as a whole, becomes something. 

 We are stronger together than we are apart, 
and each of us is an integral part of this world, this community, and this life. 
 Each thread gives character to the entire fabric."

It is an ancient metaphor... many have compared weaving to life.
some in more poetic words,
but this young man is only in his twenties
and his words did give my spirit a lift.....


Ancient picture of Greek Ladies weaving a tapestry



and a moment of togetherness in the Loom Room

5 comments:

Penny said...

Lovely post.

Sallie (FullTime-Life) said...

How very beautiful. And I loved seeing the picture of you and Charles working together in your loom room.

Hildred said...

I was the weaver, Sallie, but Charles was the one who made me sectional beams and all the paraphernalia that went with them, and electric bobbin winders,and spool holders - and just anything that I needed it seemed he could concoct it in his workshop. A sweet, smart and simply marvelous love.

Barb said...

The ancient metaphor is a good one. It makes me think of all the yarns woven together to make a life. I love the photo of you and Charles, too.

Beside a babbling brook... said...

What a lovely metaphor, for Life......

Happy Spring hugs,
Luna Crone