I am grateful for days where things come together. I got a lot done this morning and enjoyed a peaceful afternoon with my journey loom.

Weaving is usually a hypnotic practice, especially when I work on my floor loom, eyes softly focused on the blank wall in front of me. Each movement becomes part of a mantra. Meditation on the loom.

The journey loom engages me in a different way. I have to pick up each shed, and often am following some kind of drawing or chart. The pace is slow, but I have to pay attention.