Margie
Stillness
In a distant pond, before the heat of day,
A promise is born.
In a distant pond, before the heat of day,
a lotus breaks the still water.
A promise is born.
Awakening
Light finds the edge of the leaf
The world wakes slowly, on its own terms.
Light finds the edge of the leaf
and does not hurry.
The world wakes slowly, on its own terms.
Craft
Fingers follow the fiber's path.
What is gathered with intention takes shape gently.
Fingers follow the fiber's path.
Each passing hour becomes an offering.
What is gathered with intention takes shape gently.
Patience
The cloth teaches what haste never can.
What is tended with devotion reveals itself slowly.
The cloth teaches what haste never can.
Every thread holds the
memory of makers hand.
What is tended with devotion reveals itself slowly.
Becoming
The loom holds its silence.
The shape begins to speak for itself.
The loom holds its silence.
Nothing here is rushed toward finishing.
The shape begins to speak for itself.
Transformation
Work rests in the hush between tides.
What began in nature now carries live of its own.
Work rests in the hush between tides.
A pale light lingers, casting shadows of what's to come.
What began in nature now carries live of its own.
Home
The garment is finally
The garment is finally
lifted from the worktable.
It bears the quite of evidence of time given freely.
Made by hands that understand there was nothing to hurry.
Peace
Morning opens before her.
Grace enters the world without a sound.