“Weaving is my other language, my expression of joy and frustrations. As I travel on my journey around the sun, I have learned to spin fibers, dye yarns, and weave my thoughts and ideas. I weave the birds I feed, the plants I grow, my frustration of wars and chaos in the world, and my love of place. Studies of ancient techniques have taught me how close I am to the weavers of the past and how much there is to realize and learn.”