With that in mind I attended the Spinner's and Weaver's Guild Open House, and purposed to ask my questions, which all boiled down to some variation of:
"Is this the way it's supposed to be?"
I cornered one happy weaver blithely tossing her shuttle back and forth between beautifully aligned warp threads that formed exquisite sheds wholly responsive to the movement of the heddles.(!) I explained my issues with warping, trying not to sound whiny, and without any indication that her answer might impact my future weaving career. The bottom line is, weaving is at least 4/5ths warping. It is the foundation, the task of weaving. Argh.
As in all those paint commercials where couples brighten a room in an afternoon, just rolling on a beautiful new color, without a hint that they had spent four days prior prepping the walls. And arguing. There is no way around it, it's all in the prep. As it is with weaving. As it is with life.
Life before eternity is often described as the anteroom--the small place we inhabit before we see true Reality. This, however, doesn't disclose the reality of the experience in the anteroom--the broken and crossed threads, the tangles and bent heddles, the aching back, blurry eyesight and utter discouragement.
Here in the anteroom we meet ourselves, are challenged in often stunning ways, fail, succeed, and fail again. This is the preparation time--the time we set ourselves on our trajectory for eternity. It helps me to remember this when in the midst of never-ending correcting, adjusting, straightening and repairing, and my scissors are just within reach and I just want to cut the whole mess off the loom, or at least several recalcitrant threads. Knowing this is the reminder that it is the hard work, the prep time, that leads to beauty, completion, and eventual wholeness.
*Tying the vertical strings on, threading them through a heddle, which raises and lowers the string, and then a reed, which keeps the string lined up with other strings according to a specific density.