After having been way from the loom all summer, I sat down to begin my new tapestry yesterday. As always, when I begin again, I looked at the basket of beautiful yarns I had labored into balls, and at the cartoon behind the taut warp and thought, "do I remember how to do this?" I wasn't sure that I did.
But my fingers remembered. They picked out two strands of yarn and wound them into a butterfly.
And my feet remembered. They pressed down on the treadles to open a warp shed for the butterfly to pass through.
And my hands remembered. They picked up the beater and packed the weft down tight.
At the end of the day, my remembering body had reminded me that, yes, I Do know how to do this, which was a great relief. We had woven a bit more than an inch of the new tapestry. We had begun....