The love of knitting is woven within me; the past and present come together in this beautiful tapestry of fiber, creativity and family. In my life I am blessed to be drawn to other crafters who help to weave another row into my life that bring friendship, diversity and community.

My students add another layer to my being that allows me to push myself to learn new things that I can then share. They also teach me the lesson of patience which, I can use every day. Each row, every layer creates an even more beautiful fabric then I could have ever imagined. Each day offers me new opportunities to learn, to grow and to teach.

In the fiber that I work with surges the elements of air, fire, water and earth. The sheep eat grasses that have been kissed by the sun, blessed by rain and nurtured by gentle winds. It seeps into their wool binding them to nature’s dance. That wool is harvested by people, carded, spun and made into fiber. That fiber is packaged and distributed and somehow ends up in my hands.

The wool I knit with now, like every strand of fiber I have, has a story and people, creatures and elements weave that story into what I now hold. As I hold this fiber my life intertwines with theirs and I feel the tug of community through my craft.