~ As I write my hands have seen more dirt, seeds, computer keyboards and textbook pages ~ but I am learning ~ I revel when I touch the softness of stems, flowers and leaves ~ buds of life to be woven to support ours as plants always have ~ threads of cotton, threads of wool, maybe flax or dogwood ~ may our hands return to simple things that bring us pleasure, joy, comfort, warmth and a connection to our true inner beings where light is the rule ~ feeling good about our Laga, CA Circle ~ our weavers encircled in Kalinga looms ~ weaving a new vision for the SF Bay Area to the beat of tongatong in the distance rolling to us over the waves ~ an undulating rhythm that keeps us upright, strong, nimble, quick and resilient ~ weave on little sisters ~ weave on ~
