when your eyes
pause on the ball
that hangs on the third branch from a star
you remember why it got dark and why it is getting light again
the earth (like the heart) leans back in its seat
and like that it travels along an orbit
drawn in the darkness
unpolished pearl in sky-black palm of hand
that you yourself are a light-bearer
who receives her radiance from others
Poem © Sjón. Translation © 2011 by David McDuff. All rights reserved.
The world has never looked so beautiful as from the loom studio on a winters day.
These traditional Icelandic looms were used for the Kvennaskólinn, The Former Womens School which operated for most of the 20th century in Blönduós, northern Iceland. Now they are used by international textile artists that come to the region for the rich culture and textiles history of the town and 'norðurland vestra' region.
Video by morgantams.com
Many heartfelt thanks to Marie-Pier St George, of Quebec City, for weaving with us on that day in November.