Sometimes it seems that the fabric of our destiny is woven by the gods, with all the complex arrangements of the fibers of our existence lifted, adjusted, shuttled, threaded and bundled by the beams, heddles and harnesses of the loom of life.
Bertha Lum — Weaving Goddess — 1930

Bertha Lum — Fortune — July 1933

Nineteenth century print of Japanese loom
2 comments:
Nice, nice post! I know of very few blogs which so consistently tap the collective unconscious and do it in a comforting way...
ToB, I love how you say that.
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