I spent many years rushing through life, anticipating the next stage when the current stage had barely begun. Many things got done and accomplished but I don’t ever remember standing back and admiring what I had just completed. Before I had time to catch my breath I was onto the next task. I felt like I was living in fast-forward…some days I even felt like I was eating in fast-forward! And I get it, it was a busy time with 2 young children, a husband and a hobby farm. Life was full and tasks had to be completed.
When I started weaving I made a conscious decision to take my time and to enjoy every step…including the learning. This is contrary to my nature. I am impatient, eager to see the finished product, notice every mistake, fear making mistakes and therefore am very cautious. At the same time, I’m too impatient to wait to work up to complicated. I never start simple and I’m not much for slowing down and taking the time to learn slowly. This picture is a double-weave blanket after only 3 months of weaving!
I’ve partially succeeded. I do enjoy every step. I love the feel of yarn running through my hands. Seeing all those orderly lines of yarn and winding them onto the back beam is quite satisfying. Threading the heddle allows me to check for mistakes, think about what will be created and catch issues before they happen. It’s slow and rhythmical. Winding a tightly-packed shuttle. A neat, tidy hemstitch. Then finally, the weaving. Side to side with the shuttle, back and forth with the heddle. Many times, the actual weaving time is dwarfed by the time spent preparing the loom and finishing after the project is removed from the loom. A twisted fringe can take hours. (It’s the one part I haven’t convinced myself to love).
This deliberate decision to enjoy every moment weaving has spilled over into the rest of my life. Life is meant to be lived, enjoyed, savoured. I’ve begun to approach life more slowly, with a deliberate decision to enjoy every moment of it. Even the boring bits…laundry (it’s pretty satisfying to see a pile of neatly-folded laundry, or how about the warmth fresh from the dryer, or the smell when it comes in from the line). Or I look at my coffee table, overflowing with books and appreciated the variety (accounting textbooks, cookbooks, carpentry books, Puritan books, Bibles and philosophy books all mingled together!) I still want things tidied up occasionally but what interesting children I have! Even driving has taken on a new meaning. It’s not just about getting from point A to point B it’s a chance to see the glorious world we live in. (And the speed limit forces me to slow down and enjoy it for jut a little bit longer!)
Even a snowy drive becomes something to exclaim over
Sometimes we need to rush. And some stages will be enjoyed more than others. But your weaving is for you. Enjoy it. Stop every so often and just admire what your hands are creating. Take a deep breath and savour the rhythmic thumps and clicks of your loom. And let that peace and satisfaction permeate your whole life!