The loom moves with a creak and a bump, almost unbidden, automatic.
Yarn becomes colour solidified in soft lines and flow.
Feelings of peace and the satisfaction of creativity fill my heart as this object becomes art.
This comes from me and yet, feels like it comes from somewhere else - through me.
Coming through my hands' work but inspired from elsewhere and simply brought forth.
Nothing has ever felt so natural.
(NOTE: This was the first time I wrote about weaving - Back in March of 2009, shortly after learning Saori weaving)