sun sun sun here it comes... yes!

little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
... the ice is slowly melting:
here comes the sun! yippee-skippee

it was so comfy breezy warm out on the deck
having lunch out there for the first time this year
grabbed a magazine, held it firmly to keep it from flying,
and learned a few things like:

how to make the cutest flower decoration thingie
by hot-gluing those marshmallow Easter chickie-peeps to an embroidery hoop
(making a circle, peeps facing inward)
gluing that to a dowel that you have painted a Springy-thingy green
and shoving that into a cutesy little pail or pot with floral foam inside
adding Easter grass around the edges...
I am sure we all needed that as part of a profound learning "experience" (pronounced with a French accent s'il vous plait, merci)

everyday for quite some time now I go online and go to the
Saori weaving sites that I know about
Worcester, Mass
Santa Cruz, CA
NYC, NY
and a couple of others
and read over and over the ideas surrounding the weaving
the philosophy
and of course the STORY
of Misao Jo
who is 97 years old and continues to weave in the Saori way
every single day
learning something new
expressing something unique from her nature and loving the process

oftentimes I have referred to living life as a weaving of sorts
the old song of "my life" being a tapestry of rich and royal hues
not sure if those are the correct lyrics but close enough for the moment

in Saori weaving there are no mistakes
that is very attractive to someone who still is a little stuck in that department

there is something very healing in the reading of the process and seeing the galleries with pictures of amazingly individualized weavings together
so expressive of personalities
of moods and seasons of the soul

I love the fact that stories are shared about a 10-year old child
sharing weaving tips with a 60-year old woman
a college professor weaving next to a developmentally challenged person
admiring each others' work, sparking new ideas for both

when I was weaving in the fall at a class here in town
I loved the process yet there were things that I couldn't connect with
warping the darn big loom took forever! and my ideas were a bit
"interesting" "compared" to what others were doing
my stuff looked kind of wacky, not precise with all the numbers
written on papers taped to the looms so you would remember
what on earth you were doing to get those patterns so perfectly aligned

and then my materials were cut up t-shirts, hmmm, and things stuck out
edges were not even because it bored me mostly
and people did say nice things to me
before they went into the other room where they were doing
complex designs

it gave me a headache to look at the perfection and at the same time I
admired their patience
I just did not need one more thing to be complicated or exact or predictable
Misao Jo calls it the difference between what a machine does and adding
our humanity to the piece... that fits in my head and my hands

I am heading out to a friend's home in the country soon
and the sun should still be shining away

here is one grateful person called me