This afternoon I cut the 30 yard warp off the loom. As soon as I strip the thrums off I will jump all over that 50 yard warp that is next in the queue.
Weaving, like life, is full of endings - and beginnings.
Warps end. Bobbins run out. We learn how to deal with these endings, usually by beginning something else. A new bobbin gets overlapped onto the old and weaving continues. Not seamless, but onwards, nevertheless.
Threads break. We fix them. And then carry on.
Nothing is 'perfect'. We all have our little 'flaws'. Our overlapped weft joins. Our broken ends. But that doesn't stop us. We move on to the next warp, the next bobbin, the next project.
We are all 'broken' in some way. According to Leonard Cohen, that's how the light gets in.
Currently reading Red Man Down by Elizabeth Gunn