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Looming Large

For 25 years we have lived not in a house, but in a studio. The first thing anyone noticed when they came in either door was my beautiful 60-inch, 8 harness loom sitting prominently between both doors.

Cranbrook loom

In 1990, Convergence, a biennial national conference for handweavers, was held in San Jose at the Santa Clara Convention Center. I was in charge of facilities. Vendors came from all over the country as they set up shop for the five day event. They brought their wares, set up booths throughout the three convention halls and when it was over, they packed up what was left and took it home.

But one vendor, not wishing to pay for shipping back to Michigan for his top-of-the-line loom, a beauty, was happy to sell it to me for half price, send it to my house and set it up.  This big devil has been well used and well loved. But a time comes when one wonders where this treasure will land in the future. It is not just for anyone.

Then, as web mistress of the Glenna Harris Weavers Guild website, I received an email from Kristin who had relocated to California from the East Coast and had been weaving professionally. She had not been able to move her loom and was looking for something similar to what she had there.

The fit seemed perfect. A flurry of emails followed and today I met Kristin. Between the two of us we figured out how to disassemble and wrangle the loom into and onto her mini-van for a trip to southern California. She is looking forward to dancing with this devil

I am delighted and think she is too. I expect there may be more to this tale later.

On the Web

As I went out to open the gate to the garden two days ago, I saw a spider web draped high above it, seemingly suspended in air. The sun glistened on it and I thought I would see if my limited camera skills could capture it. spider web above gate

This morning as I opened the gate and walked out, I forgot about the web and walked headlong into it. I spent some time brushing the infinitesimally small strong webs from my eyelashes, my hair, my face and my clothes. I had not meant to destroy it. The spider, a tenacious survivor, has taken this destruction in stride. By this evening she has rebuilt an even lovelier replacement. And taught me a lesson in living with whatever adversity may befall.

spider web rebuilt

For a while I think I will use the other gate to the garden.

photo of Mary Lou Taylor

Bringing Home the Moon

We all have much to learn. Always with a twinkle in her eyes, Mary Lou Taylor helps us do this and much more in her latest book of poetry, Bringing Home the Moon.

Long ago, but not far away at Monta Vista High School, I found myself in front of classes of high school students. Next door was another teacher, Mary Lou. I learned more from her, and from my students than they did from me. We have now been friends now for decades. Her new book captures her life and ours.

…”We don’ talk, my father and I content together at this ungodly hour….”, or “… Selling the house. Buying a new one…”.

She reflects on our history—“The Valley of Heart’s Delight” and “Heart’s Delight Turns Silicon”, the place we both still live. And even on “Driving Bohlman Road’, the challenging road to our house.

She explores the globe and beyond—“Drinks after Dinner, Osaka”, and even the universe ”…Christa McAuliffe, scheduled to be the first teacher in space, looks upward to gaze at the face of the sky.”

She probes the inner thoughts we all have.

It is well worth traveling these hundred pages with Mary Lou. She is all of us. She will help you find your voice.

Castle in winter

Petulia’s Gift

In a time long ago a certain gentle man, to whom I am married, wrote a charming story for his lovely granddaughter, Julia, who was almost four-years-old. He has lovingly read it and re-read it remembering that earlier time when we all were much younger. Here it is for all, whether you are almost four, almost forty-four, or remain young enough in heart to remember the pleasure in fairy tales coming true.

Click to read Petulia’s Gift by Gordon Dunham