Our Tangled World
The other day, I went into my weaving room, eager to start weaving a prayer scarf for a friend. I’d bought the wool a couple of weeks earlier, and I was looking forward to beginning the process of getting the warp set up on my loom ready to start. I picked up one of the balls of wool and proceeded to dig into the middle of the ball to pull out an end. It resisted my attempts! I tried to find the end on the outside of the ball. That too resisted my attempts! I continued to pull on the middle part of the ball, as that is my preferred method anyway… and I pulled out a clump of tangled yarn. The outside end seemed somehow to have become entangled in that clump too, and I couldn’t easily separate it. The more I tried to pull it all apart, the worse it became. I realized it was going to be a long job to get it all in order so I could actually begin weaving! I struggled with it for some time, pulling out clump after clump and letting it trail onto the floor as I smooth