Gathering and sharing to mark occasions is something all humans in all places and times do and have done. We gather to mark births, coming of age, marriage, births again, and eventually death. We gather in such ways as we are able.

The Christmas season is drawing to a close, a new weaving project is pulling me into Ordinary Time. I think all of our hearts are longing for some ordinary time.

The calendar tells me that it’s Ordinary Time. The green of my garden glimpsed through the blinds of my studio window, and my weaving confirm this. But the time does not feel ordinary…

The view from my loom is my small back yard - my cloister garden, I call it…