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Weavings and other handmade fiber creations
from Bird Hollow, Oldenburg, Indiana
using natural dyes & natural fibers
woven, knit, crocheted, sewn
clothing, shawls, blankets, bags, hats, scarves and more
inspired by the earth and the red thread of connection of all life

"Red blood runs through the veins of every creature on the Earth. From mammal to reptile, from bird to fish, from human to insect we all are a part of the Planetary Family. Our Brothers and Sisters in this enormous family seek to live in harmony with us. It is through this understanding that we begin the reconnection process with All Our Relations. No matter how much we would like to believe it, we are never alone...The Earth Mother loves and nurtures All Our Relations equally. This form of unconditional love is the basis of Beauty...To Walk in Beauty is to walk gently with a twinkle in the eye and loving thoughts in the mind and a smile in the heart." -Jamie Sams

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I see the wise woman. She carries a blanket of compassion. She wears a robe of wisdom. Around her throat flutters a veil of shifting shapes. From her shoulders, a mantle of power flows. A story band encircles her forehead. She stitches a quilt; she spins fiber into yarn; she knits; she sews; she weaves. She ties the threads of our lives together. She forms a web of spiraling threads.

I see the wise woman.She is at her loom: a loom warped with days and nights. White threads, black threads receive her flying shuttle, a shuttle filled with threads of many colors. Threads the colors of the earth, the common ground; threads the colors of the people of the earth. Some threads short; some threads long; each thread different, each perfect. These threads are mutable; they change at a touch. These threads are crystal antennae; they respond at a thought.

And intertwined with each thread is a thread blood red: a thread of such sensitivity, it cannot be seen, yet a thread of such vitality it can never be hidden. As our blood flows over and under the days and nights of our lives and binds each moment to the whole, so the red thread of the wise woman binds us in the tapestried, cosmic web.

I see the wise woman. And she sees me.
-Susun Weed

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