The Golden Thread
a poem & a reminder that "We Are the Weavers" begins on Wednesday!
Lovely readers,
The days have flown by fast, and the We Are the Weavers course that I am taking part in (both as participant and teacher) over the next 7 weeks begins this Wednesday— which happens to also be my 36th birthday! The coinciding of these threads feels like no accident, and I am very happy that the opening songs and fibers of Wednesday’s first session will be part of my birthday morning prayers.
In this course we will be literally spinning and weaving cloth, while also infusing our experiences of hand-crafting with songs and stories and a powerful rooting in women’s textile traditions.
As Hanna Leigh, the course creator and hostess, writes so much more succinctly than I ever manage to… :)
This Course Is For You If:
+ You feel called to learn the ancient arts of spinning and weaving and want to explore their magical and healing potential
+ You’re drawn to storytelling and curious of the rich cultural lore that’s woven into these practices
+ You love the idea of singing while crafting—whether you’re just beginning to explore your voice or are a seasoned singer
+ You’re inspired to embrace slower, more earth-based living and reconnect with your creativity in an intentional & nourishing way
+ You love the idea of joining a vibrant, worldwide community of spinners, weavers, and culture-makers—creating beauty together, thread by thread
There is still time to join! Registration is here.
I will leave you with a poem of mine— a poem of threads, of textile magic, of ancestral weavings, of the song of the beginning of the world….
The Golden Thread By Sylvia V. Linsteadt from The Venus Year (c) 2023 From the galaxy She spins a milky thread From the milk of stars She spins her thread It is a golden milk, like egg yolks It is a golden thread, gold as fresh bread In the fields of my ancestors the flax is just beginning to come up between red poppies