loon loom loom

by woodshed

Whoa whoa!
And she’s tentatively starting a blog….
It’s just the truth of the current situation.

I’m a budding weaver, and I’m completely in love.
I sat down at a loom, and had this wonderful feeling of home like I’d never felt home before…and it’s no lie when I say my fingers magically just knew what to do!!
let’s talk about magic…..

and the word LOOM is so good.
not too far off from the coo-ing loon birds that I spent years secretly canoeing out in early spring to fix up their nest, to coax them to have their babies across the lake from me
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loon loom loom loon
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(all together now!)

and looms are like boats and phat beats and poems and the world (and i’ve been spending a long time trying to find the way to make something so tiny that’s as big as the world….and let me tell you, you can do it on a loom!! radical.)

what’s pictured above is sort of like that to me, well, at least it’s the beginning of my journey to the center of the earth.
it’s a little linen hankie.
i sold it to jason pollen, who wanted it unfinished he saw more truth in it that way i think….

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