just weaving


Today, I am Just Weaving, letting the shuttle mesmerize me, letting go of everything. It’s warm and sunny in the Aerie, my studio in the trees. My Birmans, Edelweiss and newly-arrived Magic, are getting along like they have lived together forever, not just for one scant week. Even the Red-breasted Nuthatch is back at the feeders, after several weeks absence.

Exhale slowly and breathe in. Let the shuttle fly back and forth. This is all that there is.