Consternation! Surrounded by sculptures of cardboard boxes, altering the paths, I decided to begin spinning for Christmas. In the midst of all this unfinished business, I carefully took down my treasured Robin wheel. The previous week, I had sanded and oiled the bobbins. I gathered the carded alpaca blend fleece, and began.
As the wheel turned, I became aware of extra motion, it was taking a new path, itself! The wheel was no longer true! Set off center somehow during storage!
I called in my very handy and neighborly neighbor, Paul. He could not fix it, which means a long trip up to Maine to the wheels maker. On to the next wheel. We took down my 30" Oak production Saxony Wheel by Reeves, which I knew that the wheel was off center and rubbing. Paul and I agreed that it was missing a leather washer on one side of the hub, yet, he trued it up. (I am shopping for a leather washer).
After Paul went home, I took the Majacraft Rose out of the closet. I dislike this wheel, wish to sell it, have never been able to 'connect' with it, yet it is all that I can use at this time. Unbelievable! Two grand wheels, and I can't use either of them!

Have you seen this person?

She has been sighted in the woods, at the oceanside, in libraries, health food stores, at Sheep & Wool Festivals, art museums, folk concerts, horse pulls, organic farms, and perennial gardens.

Please let us know if you find her...

New beginnings the Angel deck keeps saying, new beginnings and Divine Timing.

How old does one have to be to more fully become oneself? I give myself permission!

New beginnings...finally living in the hills! Wrapped in the longevity of wood and rock, intending to spin and weave, to immerse myself in photography, reading and good music, and good people.

"The wind is God's voice whispering through the trees. If you listen carefully, you will hear the state of your own soul echoing back to you"
Paul Nash

I do not know if he was actually quoting someone else, but he meant it!
Paul was my 'Da', though we called him Dad.

I was born to them. My mother, Stella, said they had switched babies at birth in the hospital. I knew she was right! I believed some souls had pushed ahead of me in line up in Heaven.

Accident or not, belong or not belong, through this man I was shaped for this life.

You see, I have always been excited by storms, great winds! For sometime, I believed it drowned out the storm within me. I seek out places to play with the wind. On a catamarran, or at the High Ledges, on the stony bald top of Mt. Monadnock, or here at my new lodgings, where the wind is often triumphant over electric power lines, where trees shake and sway and shiver, working with the wind to form new sounds.
All four elements are strong in my life! At present I am graced with rock and water.