Working with fibre elicits deep emotion in me. It is a part of an enduring pattern for me. These words, enduring pattern, are a technical term used by historians which means, broadly speaking, that in similar geographical, economic, and social circumstances, communities maintain habits of life and mind over immense periods. Often the origins of these habits are long lost in the mists of time. No one can recall when they began and they are always done by the community, for the community. This is an elemental connection where I feel yet closer to the water, the land, the plants and animals, and the sky as a result of participating. Living in these immediate relationships, where the hand of people is not so heavy, I can almost believe that I am at the beginning of time. It is not surprising that this rootedness is tenacious and have lasted into our own day where fibre is concerned, so much so that I sense that if I don’t carry on with this, that I would feel a lack…that something would be missing out of my very being. There is a concomitant ambivalence that is needed in order to participate in this, irregardless of the cost, because today it is costly, but rewarding where this art crystallizes. It is a wonder to live like this.