Loving it, Jan. All three strands. Marj's poetry. (My mother was also Marj.) Remember how as children we learn to weave three strands, one over the other and the third over the top and then back the other way so that none dominates but all join in making something else altogether. Something bigger, with a pattern, and length. The strands of your writing are such a weaving.
Oh thanks Bill, lovely to get your comments. Yes I do remember that weaving and plaiting, it was always so satisfying. That’s a great metaphor. Thank you!
Loving it, Jan. All three strands. Marj's poetry. (My mother was also Marj.) Remember how as children we learn to weave three strands, one over the other and the third over the top and then back the other way so that none dominates but all join in making something else altogether. Something bigger, with a pattern, and length. The strands of your writing are such a weaving.
Beautifully stated. I couldn’t agree more.
Oh thanks Bill, lovely to get your comments. Yes I do remember that weaving and plaiting, it was always so satisfying. That’s a great metaphor. Thank you!