Life is what happens while we weave

 

“Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans.”
— John Lennon

A few days ago I returned from a very special retreat.
One of those spaces where time slows down and the essential begins to show itself without needing to be sought.
A place where the important thing was not to do, but to be.
To be in the body.
To be in the breath.
To be in the now.

It was a retreat focused on conscious presence, on inhabiting the body with softness, with curiosity, with attention.

And from that being, moments also arose to explore creativity without purpose: we tried meditative drawing, Zentangle, pointillism, conscious touch… not as a technique, nor as a goal, but as another way to practice presence.

And amidst all of that, something lit up in me.

Breath as an anchor to the present

What I took away most from those days was the reminder, so simple and so powerful, that breath is the anchor.
That nothing else is needed to return home. That the body already knows.

It's not new to me, but it was different.
Because this time I didn't think it, I felt it clearly. The power of the group is strong.
And when I returned, I noticed it in my way of weaving as well.

I realized that in something creative like weaving, my mind often races ahead.
It anticipates the result, it disperses, it judges, it gets distracted...
But when I stop and simply breathe, when I allow myself to be, the act of weaving changes.

It's no longer something I have to finish or something that has to look good.

It's body, it's rhythm, it's silence.

It is then that doing becomes being.
And how easy it is to forget.

The outcome is not what matters

In this world where we are so focused on achievements, successes, we often approach creative practices with a fixed idea of how they should be.
We want them to look beautiful, Pinterest-worthy.
We want them to be liked,
We want to finish.

But, the more I breathe, the more I feel that anything we do is actually an opportunity to be in the present. And that's it.

During the retreat I saw myself drawing with markers on a sheet of paper.
Without technique. Without expectation.
Simply playing.
And that's where I felt a joy that had been somewhat forgotten...

Since then I have started weaving differently.
Not always, of course. But more and more.
More for the gesture than for the end.
More for the joy than for the achievement.
More for breathing every stitch, every weave.

My little revelation 

In the end, I realize that weaving is just an excuse.
A beautiful excuse to be here and now.
To feel the touch of the fibers on my fingers,
to listen to my breath,
to feel my body.
To observe thoughts, without interrupting them.
To return.

As I said above, "life is what happens while we weave" a bag, a tapestry, a plant pot, a sweater... 

And if you also feel that call to be more in yourself,
more in your body, more in the now…
my kits are here to accompany you.

Not as a project to be finished,
but as a space you can inhabit. 🧡

👉 You can see them here:  View loom kits