‘All we love deeply becomes part of us.’
This is one of my Red Threads: the interlacing and entwining of the fabric of my jeans with the fabric of my self. Every stitch taken in the darning of my jeans involves the fabric more deeply and irreversibly with the beingness of my self. I am stitching myself a thick skin from the fragile and worn layers of the past darned into a strong fabric with the thread of present strength and determination.
Another of my Red Threads is gradually dancing into place on my loom. It’s a painstakingly slow dance of hands, thread and warp. There is a sense of the Weaver becoming the Woven….