Weaving

Last week I had a body-de-armoring session.  

I am still processing this amazing experience and Friday and Saturday I did draw a mandala.

When it was finished I saw some elements of a Celtic infinite knot pattern in it.

Saturday morning was cold and mixed weather, sometimes sun, sometimes rain. On my long and slow walk it was exactly as I felt inside, full of tears and full of laughter at the same time. Crisp, fresh and new.

I am a weaver and I am a trained textile technician. In my limited tantric understanding (if one can understand tantra at all) I am the thread and the weaver. I am allowed to constantly weave my life force into the most amazing ever changing fabric.

I saw the forest weaving its own web.

 The roots are weaving amazing infinite knotted patterns.