WATER: The Water’s Edge

Apr 3

I live on an island.

I’m called to the water’s edge, to the deep forest to sit and quiet my mind, to simply listen, to ground my body and open my heart. I love finding treasures in the forest and on the beach: seaweed coils, curvy driftwood, worn stones, moss, branches. They are the foundation and wellspring of my weavings. The seasonality of this island is the bed upon which I rest: the dim winter light peaking and teasing through the low moody sky, summer sunlight dancing upon wave tips creating a fabric of diamonds, the spring thrust and bird orchestra, feeling intoxicated by the endless shades of green.