Last weekend I was on a retreat in the "mountains" of South Carolina. We had 60 women up there at a camp. It was cold and rainy all weekend, but I was glad to be there. I was helping out leading music. It was a chance to play my harp with a violinist that was with the symphony BK (before kids) and a professional organist. We had worked together before, but it was 3 years ago. We pulled out a few of the same pieces and I was thrilled at how much better I've become in those three years. It makes me look forward with great excitement and what could happen next time.
It's having those realizations that gives me great hope with the weaving. It's just a matter of putting the time in, choosing wisely what to work on, and enjoying the journey. One day I'll look back and say - "Look, where I've come from."
Now I begin the retreat of "getting back home". I had barely gotten the laundry done from the wedge weave class before I turned around to head out for the retreat. I'm looking forward to a quiet weekend of unpacking, laundry and finding that one item I seem to have misplaced. Somewhere in there will be some weaving and a little March Madness!