Friday , 10. Oct. 2014
it is quite here on a Friday afternoon, people go home early.
I get lost in the process of spinning.
The rhythmic movements, repeating, spin, draw, wind unto the spindle, spin……. The fleece feels sticky, after a while there is on my finger brown grease residue. The yarn feels rough, I am pleased about a reasonable consistency in the thickness . I realise, I hardly notice the smell anymore.
Another small bucket full of fleece is washed and will dry over the week-end.
alongside I am listening to some Scandinavian or far more correct Sami music, Joiks, songs often with out words.
Spinning and listing to ancient music evokes a strong sense of appreciation in me. We are linked with our ancestors and in rediscovering these old links we can strengthening our sense of belonging to this earth.
