How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
My husband and I often have chats about time, and how the nature of it sees to change so dramatically as one ages. The holidays bring on a “What? I just took the tree down. How can it be time to put another one up?” This sense of the compression of time has been exacerbated this year by a glimpse at the date of my last blog post. September? How can that be? But it can be apparently, and there have been many wonderful weaving adventures compressed within that compressed few months.
I got to travel up to Chautauqua, NY, and work with a wonderful, lively, talented group of weavers, and visit the original Chautauqua (on Lake Chautauqua) that was the start of the Chautauqua educational movement, which Theodore Roosevelt called, “the most American thing in America.”
I was able to host a weaving retreat for some of my best weaving buddies on Cape Cod.
I was able to partake of the crazy beauty of the Smokies in (cognitive dissonance) honky tonk Gatlinburg while teaching at Arrowmont. This is particularly poignant for me considering the terrible fire that has swept through Gatlinburg, damaged the Arrowmont campus, and destroyed the houses of dear friends since then.
My teaching assistant and traveling buddy, Emily Walsh Gwynn looking out at the mountain view. Samples woven by the wonderful/creative/open-hearted Arrowmont studentsTaking a break for some goofiness after epic weaving marathon
And see two mortal enemies become friends over the course of a sweet, sweet family holiday pile-in. Gives me hope . . .
Looking back at the last few months, and how the time has “flewn”. I feel so fortunate to have the world of hand weaving for such vivid and varied inspiration, challenge, experience and companionship.