a meeting place
— on her blog wake robin Velma has written a thought-provoking piece about edges and ecotones (a new word and concept to me). They both have a similar meaning – a place where two things meet. I, too have lived most of my life in that place. The meeting of water, ocean and river, and earth.
Willows Beach, on the edge of a storm front,
on the edge of two countries, Washington State 14 miles away. A meeting place of ocean, sky and land.
right on the edge.
Weavers are taught that selv-edges are important and an indication of their technical skill. I weave acceptable selvedges without much fuss by always using a floating selvedge. The idea that an edge can float is intriguing.
There is a meeting of minds, heart and spirit.
And then there is ” the cutting edge” and “rough around the edges” and “blurring the edges”
Maybe this is living on the edge, what do you think? I’m off to walk on the ecotones.
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definitely the best place to be…..
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Funny how a walk on the beach always straightens me right out.
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oh, well said, and you have such beautiful beaches. I spent yesterday on Dallas Rd. beach with a dear friend, we laughed like school girls. I came home refreshed and invigorated.
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jean, you always bring me back to my roots, to weaving. i had forgotten about floating selvedges. i love how a metaphor reinforces itself when it is correct.
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Saori weaving, weaving without rules, allows us to create with colour and imagination and not worry about straight lines. In life, who’s edges are truly straight? You’re pictures are wonderful…we see those ecotones every day in Victoria!
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