Once again it is snowing. Schools have been closed, travel in the Blue Ridge Mountains, with their penchant for black ice, may be difficult or even dangerous. I am grateful for having the day off to play/create in my home studio.

All of my fiber art is, in some way, spiritual; I began by making labyrinths, then buddha-figures; now I am making purses. What ties them all together is the joy I feel when I am creating; I have come to the conclusion that there is no higher art than this, whether I am creating something in my studio, serving a customer at the fabric store where I work part-time, or making dinner with a friend. Joy is what makes each of these acts holy, whole, and spiritual.