I am a handspinner, a knitter, a weaver, and a Presbyterian minister working for a middle judicatory. I’m also married, a mother, a grandmother, and a Midwesterner. My heart belongs to Jesus and my family. My hands, however, belong to craft.
There’s something about craft work that feeds the soul. Crafting is tactile, meditative, and creative. God, our creator, calls us to be co-creators and graced us with the marvels of the natural world. I happen to like wool – and silk – and cotton – and linen – in fact, I like just about any fiber that isn’t plastic. Wool breathes. It wicks moisture, making it cool in summer and warm in winter. It doesn’t like to burn. Dress babies in wool, and they know they’re loved.
I am convinced there is a link between craft work and spirituality. We Presbyterians are great with words. We can theologize with the best of them. Craft work bypasses the language center of the brain. It requires us to focus on the present moment. It connects us with the natural world and with all the generations of crafters who have gone before us.
Spinning is older than civilization. Twisted, dyed linen fibers have been found at sites that are 40,000 years old. Some say the human race survived the ice age by twisting fibers into cord. That’s not a bad heritage to follow.
There’s a two-fold purpose to this blog. I hope to explore the relationship between craft work and soul work. To that end, comment, please. The more the merrier. I also plan to post about current projects. Comment there, too.
So to all you crafters out there, join me. How do your hands pray?