most pilgrimages have a specific destination in mind. a sacred well. ancient temple. crumbling chapel. holy tree.
i, however, am fortunate to join an amazing caravan of visionaries and fiber philosophers on an odyssey of cloth deconstruction and reconstruction, lead by an incredible chaperon: jude hill. i know my blog has been peppered with random, and frequent, references to jude and her mind-boggling talents. sometimes it feels as though i should wrap myself in woven boro cloth, embroidered lavishly with "jude" and "j.h." and the occasional "spirit cloth", give away my possessions, and set out on a pilgrimage to her sacred mountain...there to seek the meaning of life in her threads and whispers. but then, i've frequently been accused of being a bit melodramatic (not to worry, jude, you have not acquired another stalker....yet!).
the sojourn of which i speak is jude hill's cloth to cloth advanced boro workshop. my fellow travellers are gathering. introducing themselves. collecting fabrics and sundries. there is a buzz in the workshop...all the more exciting as the workshop spans many continents. we are all thrilled and abuzz with anticipation!
you see, i've been rather pre-occupied with packing and preparing for this wonderful journey! so, i hope you will forgive my silence these past few days. i will be back and posting in the next day or two... but for the moment, back to packing my bags. i have so much to pack. as you have heard, i am not a light packer by any means! and i'm just getting started...