The pace of it all

Suspect threads... Learning to care to be fussy,  moving a thread over here and there. Weaving an inch over and over...the shuttle passes through the weft but the waving has not truly begun. Threads must be uncrossed holes filled, relatively few for 500 plus threads. Food made dishes washed, dance class groceries. Moments of non activity.  So I am marking the pace of things, a late night slowly untangling, a day or two of working eating sleeping, another burst of warping...stepping away and witnessing the suspect thread the one that refuses to stand in line with the others, and the shed ... A large open space filled with possibilities.