On 11/11/11, I was at a basket making workshop. We made a basket that had a two-twill base with eleven spokes on each side. There were eleven women in the room, including my wonderful teacher Polly Adams Sutton.
For many, it was a spiritual day, and I felt that I spent it in the perfect spiritual way for me, hanging out with lovely creative women, learning, weaving, talking, laughing, eating and sharing.
A small bubble, a small haven, but so important. Joined with so many other small and wonderful bubbles that I inhabit from time to time, they form my little world. And I am very grateful for them all. The eleven-eleven has come and gone. I am still here, attempting to choose a bright future for myself and for the planet.
One basket at a time. One bubble at a time.
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that is a beauty susan!!!
glad to be one of the small bubbles in your world…coincidence? we worked with small circles of connections (interplay’s name for bubbles) on 11-11 too at tamaqua high school and then monday in the studio too!
love it when the bubbles intersect even over 3000 miles!
Thanks Anita! And no coincidences here. Just a reminder of how entwined our bubbles have become over the years. Wish I been there to experience the circles of connection with our group on Monday. Love, S