This is the church where I attended my very first weaving workshop, (weaving anything,) in 2001. Back then, I hadn't dared tell anyone I wove but already I harbored a secret ambition to make weaving a very significant part of my life. I didn't know how to read a draft, and didn't even know they were called "drafts".
At the last minute, I didn't want to go in; I held on to the back bumper of Ben's car in the parking lot as he slowly drove away, back to Nelson. It definitely was the first day of my school. And one of many start/restart points in my weaving.
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