weaving

The weaving proceeds slowly but that is the way. Sometimes I have to take a brake to observe and of course, to think. There are various things that help the thinking like talking to the neighbours cat or to observe plants and the sky. I mean these things help the clogged thought to disintegrate and new thoughts to emerge and solve the problem that  lurks in the loom. Lurks in the loom. I wonder what the readers of this blog think when they get this glimpse of my own loom-universe. Is it weird?