I think I am caught in something that has to do with UnDoing, which when turned around becomes more of a Doing. Maybe Doing Differently. Mostly to do with the point at which UnDoing becomes undone and the point where Doing becomes done. The meeting place. Where you might be in between, held, without knowing for how long. What I like here, in this little weaving is that it doesn't seem like it would hold together. But it does. and it can be pulled apart in one place and become nothing while it holds together someplace else and becomes more. It holds both the done and the undone. It catches itself from falling apart. But it is free.
So I am considering considering weave for many reasons. I mean I am a weaver. I know weave. I suppose I might want to go a bit further than that. To unknow it as I have known it. To know it more.
We have some Spring-like days here, finally, and I am planting seeds. And making room for more space.