In the constant, grander scheme of dreams and their offspring
I come to art
in and through meditative endeavor.

Now mistress to the mysteries of fiber art –
the thoughts that go in,
and the the vision that unfolds,

I wrangle the medium like any cowgirl might
until I corral that mediation
between the free-flowing nature of the color
and the accepting arms of the fiber.

The art and I wrestle less these days,
meeting amicably in the continuum
of the untouched and the all-encompassing,
filling in spaces where we may.