My Baby Wolf ready for weaving.
Today as I weave, I remember how during those dark days 10 years ago I found solace at the loom. Not shell shocked any longer, but reflective of where the last years have taken us. I am mindful of loss and bravery and resilience. I want the strength and solidarity we felt as a people during those moments to bring us together now to solve our many difficult challenges. As my shuttle passes selvedge to selvedge, I am again comforted, hoping for good.