Since weaving is a root for me, just saying that, again, feels so good. I find myself wondering again. In the beginning there are always questions. And then later, sometimes the same questions. Because answers are always fluid. Like the river of thought.
some old page from 2014
What comes to mind while watching your video.
The loom is the Inn
Warp is the Innkeeper
Weft is the Traveler who goes in and out
Inns are often places where stories are told
In stories Warp can be as varied as Travelers, but is more often a solid, sturdy, simple Type
Weft can be anything from plain and sturdy to fancy and light.
Both Warp and Weft add to each other’s stories, which can create new stories.
New stories might be/are what’s woven.
Even the language of storytelling contain weave! Stories are woven. Characters, plot elements, themes weave in and out as a story progresses.
Story defines weave. Weave defines story. Weave=Story!!
exactly, weave = story!
I love how you start! Your process is very rich and generous. The thoughts – a form of weaving – rhythm.
yes, it became more formalized when I began sharing online. Tying to explain and the conversation that results created a great rhythm for going.
Watching you pulling all the threads together for “weaving” was so fascinating for me; it opened a window into something. I was thinking of weaving in relation to the stand and the traveler and it made me think of cooperation and integrity. If there wasn’t a strong stand the traveler wouldn’t be able to travel very successfully. They have to rely on one another, because the traveler does a job for the stand in that it secures it and stops it from flopping around. Thank you for your thoughts.
Yes, relationship is such a big part if it.
For me, when considering weave…Rhythm is the word that evokes the most meaning. That rhythmic movement that calms the mind, allows thoughts to flow or no thoughts at all…a very zen place, a worl to be held within. xo
That rocking back and forth…like breath.
and for me, that merges with the rocking inward and the vibrating outward, how I weave myself into the world.
Love your thoughtful creative page. I write a lot but don’t often reconsider on paper, altho my muse continues.
I’m going to think about this as I go through my day…are the hours I’m given today the warp, my choices for activities the weft. What will I weave and how will it look to me when I lay my head on the pillow…
Great!
I love your thoughts on warp and weft. Perfect to verbalize a discovery I made this morning about improving my use of time.
I could use some advice, ha!
I’m stuck on that re-naming…stands for warp…traveler for weft..
What about road or path for loom …what the stander stands on and the traveler moves on …
I like that, how perfect. Less static…
Or ‘trail’…such a meandering feeling and a word I obviously love 😉
I am collecting all thes new thoughts.
Very clear and refreshing to hear your words on weaving this morning 💙 I still want to do some weaving….just need to make some quiet time in my head!
there are so many ways to weave. Your fine and rhythmic quilting stich is so much weaving to me. Sometimes it is even the way you think about it.
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Wow! “A root for me” really resonates with me. Considering my “bedrock” roots with cloth, sewing, needle and thread, “evolution of form…one thing becoming another….disappearing, appearing, paths crossing, a thread connecting….then letting go….no sadness here”
I am printing your thought-words out and hanging them on my “thoughts to live by” wall. Thank you some more for saying what I feel but cannot express in words.
I am still trying to express my relationship with weave in words. it runs so much deep than words, I really need to dig.
Much to consider here.
Listening to you talk about weaving made me remember my many years of weaving crab pots and ring nets with Mom and Dad. A different kind of weaving… with just one thread (whether steel or twine) where the “cloth” is built row by row by adding to the one above. I use to argue with Dad about whether it was really “weaving,” especially with the ring nets where a knot is tied. 🙂
anything that involves a thread is weaving to me. my dad , I remember him mending his fishing nets,
this coming full circle is very much appreciated, re-visiting another time, re-considering
I need to dig something out
I am loving this darker piece very much, Jude. Storm clouds gathering…
we are about to have the equivalent of an atmospheric river over here.
It’s amazing how consistent some of your themes and approaches have been.
Rather comforting to see that actually. The thread that runs through it…