Thank you, Grace, for naming this old silk lace. Spirit Lace. That’s exactly what it feels like: insubstantial, transparent, weightless, and yet with a quiet power carrying the experience of many lives.
When I hold this cloth up to the light, it is transformed. Turning it round and looking through the back transforms it again. This is one of those things that goes beyond words. This lace is speaking to me, very quietly, but in another language that can’t be translated.
There is still quite a lot more to do, but for now we – the lace, the cloth and I – are resting quietly, enjoying each other’s company. Sometimes sitting with a cloth is all you need to do.