“She enters into it enters into us,
As the wheel spins and turns
The fortunate ones are seen to emerge.
She enters into it enters into us.”
[Dead Can Dance – Fortune]
Fortes fortuna iuvat. I try to be brave, and I know that I am strong, stronger than most people realize. I press onward, and that’s how I keep going – I just never stop. Even at my lowest points, I’ve never been able to give up. This perseverance has been my saving grace on too many occasions to recount.
This week has seen a bit of a slump in my initial surge of energy, but not so much that I’m alarmed as of yet. I did manage to sand, stain/oil, and assemble my brand new spinning wheel – a feat that left me feeling quite successful! I have not mastered spinning anything other than “yarn barf” at this point, but I did dream about nailing the rhythm and draw needed to spin a nice, smooth singles, so hopefully this bodes well for my next attempt at the wheel. I’ve wanted to sit down and attempt it again, but the ongoing headache of the past four days has kept me away from the task.
Here’s a light-streaked photo from my phone – the wheel is an Ashford Kiwi, and yes, the wheel is a deep, rich purple! I’m very proud of the job that I did on it – I felt truly capable when it went together without much trouble at all. The worst part was probably putting the cotter pin that holds the wheel on into a small slot, with much banging of my hammer and cursing. It was the only cursing I did during the entire construction!
I’d show you the yarn barf, but I didn’t even keep it. Perhaps the next go-round will be a keeper.
Spinning yarn is supremely relaxing for me, at least on my drop spindle. I’m hoping that I get to that point quickly on my wheel.
Perhaps this isn’t the most exciting post for those of you who don’t have an interest in fiber or crafts, but these things – being able to create, taking interest in things that I love once again – these mark my re-ascent into the person that I see myself as, the Xiane I want to manifest to the world.
I’m liking it.