Mendofleur

Posted in Ruminating | 8 Comments

8 Responses

1. on August 12, 2009 at 12:51 pm | Reply Pat Sieler

   Flaw? What flaw?
   Is that an Indian blanket or a bathroom curtain that was left in the sun side too long? Think me dim but the colors are nice and muted as if sun bleached.
   I don’t think today is a good day. My brain isn’t in gear yet.

   
   
2. on August 12, 2009 at 1:28 pm | Reply jude

   a peaceful though and a peaceful cloth.

   
   
3. on August 12, 2009 at 2:39 pm | Reply Mo'a

   I have heard that all weavers the world over do this also. Perfection belongs only to God.

   
   
4. on August 12, 2009 at 7:48 pm | Reply Pat Sieler

   I had to come back to see if my memory was correct. And what I wrote sounds so rude, please accept me apology. Things are a little strained for me right now.

   
   
   • on August 13, 2009 at 4:12 am | Reply mendofleur

     Pat, there are no apologies needed ever. I think I know you well enough to know whatever you say or said would never intentionally be rude or hurtful. Please do not feel any remorse. You are dealing with some grief that is very difficult. I only hope that each day a little piece of your heart is healed.

     
     
5. on August 12, 2009 at 11:58 pm | Reply diane

   perfection is for the gods alone. i think all crafters believe this.

   
   
6. on August 13, 2009 at 1:37 am | Reply Deb G

   Flaws make things real I think.

   
   
7. on August 13, 2009 at 9:12 pm | Reply Lois

   Do you think it is because the weaver knows that the soul must be able to fly free, and not be constrained by the blanket? If so, a wonderful, wise metaphor. Thank you!