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.