My Swedish grandmother was a weaver. She used a giant floor loom and made beautiful tapestries. When I was a child she sat me down beside her and showed me how to slide the shuttle under and over the strings, in and out, warp and weft. Years later, I found fibres in plants like milkweed, basswood, cattail and cedar, and learned to make cordage and baskets. Full circle. Her spirit weaves through me.
