I am on a mythological journey as I sit weaving prayer flowers. Prayers of healing. I watch the faces of the women as we bring back the memories while we weave the string patterns. Tears of recognition well in their eyes. Laughter bubbles forth as the transformation takes place.
Myths resurface of ancient spider and dreams of women weaving the sacred space.
Healing takes place on many levels. A woman told me her story of how she used the string figures that I taught her to help her through an episode she had with not being able to breathe because of an asthma attack. She took her usual medicine and as always happens for her, she had to wait for it to start working. This time, something different happened. She took the string loop that I had given her and started weaving string figures.