When I was out on a walk today I likened my steps to spinning as I watched the beautiful red and yellow leaves spiralling from the trees
Step, step, step, twirl, twirl, twirl. The thread builds on the spindle as the steps of the walk build into the homecoming. I want to try spinning whilst I am walking; my fingers seem to know how to work the spindle without me looking too much. I wonder whether the pace of the walk will influence the spindle or the other way around.
Spinning is both a meditation and a fascination to me that its possible to ‘make yarn’ from a bundle of fluff and I am always drawn to the spindle. The connection for me with earlier peoples using similar equipment to me to make similar yarns fills me with community, connection and continuence.