Fossil, Feather and Light
Prairie grasses cover the ocean bottom of pre-Cambrian seas that once covered the Flint Hills of Kansas. As a child I gazed at the layers of shale and limestone in road cuts, and picked out remains of invertebrate fossils: crinoid stems, gastropods, brachiopods and the occasional trilobite. The largeness of millennia memory fills me with awe and calls to me like the cry of the Sandhill Cranes in migration each autumn and spring. The Presence of Mystery enfolds me at the loom, entering the strands of wool in my hands as I weave.