As she began her journey of self-discovery & self-study it came to her that this place represented the “boxes” that surround her true self; her identity. From a practical stand-point the most wonderful & the most horrific things came into her life in this place. All of those experiences, the good, the bad & the ugly had created who she was.
The quietness of the cottage always brought her solitude & peace regardless of the struggles she sometimes experienced there. As she warped her loom & tightened up the red centre warp she set her intention. Peace.
Wrapping the cocoon in preparation for weaving reminded her of early mornings on the porch. She would sneek into the porch where she would find her Grandmother reading. The crisp morning air would be playing across her
cheeks as she snuggled into bed and curled up nice & toasty warm under the
quilt. Without saying a word she would turn her back towards her Grandmother
who would gently run her fingers up & down the Granddaughter’s back. All else ceased to exist during this time of comfort.
As she began to weave her mind became quiet. Over, under, over, under. On
& on it went. She could see the lake. She could feel the cool water on her skin as she floated on the waves up, down, up down. As the time passed, and the
fabric grew on her loom, she felt her strength growing.
The wool she was using for her weft was not the softest she’d ever used. It
wasn’t too course, but it certainly had a rough texture. It reminded her of her
most sacred place at her cottage. The rock on the water’s edge where she often
escaped had that same feeling. It was both soft & course at the same time. The fabric she was creating was thick & strong. It would be warm. Just like that rock on a sunny day.
As her weaving came to an end & she sewed the seams together to create her Amulet of Peace she ran her fingers along the bumpy texture of the fabric. She thought about each of the weft threads & imagined that they were all those things in her life, the thoughts, feelings, beliefs & stories, that she kept with her. She imagined that having them all together in this fabric gave them a place to be. The fabric gave her a place see them, experience them. She didn’t however have to be them. They were now exterior to her while at the same time a part of her.
As her project came to its end she held her Amulet of Peace close to her heart & placed her Peace medallion inside. The sun was shining on her face as she smiled.