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Little Dress: Weaving the Experience!
by Nancy Grandfield
We were high, we were happy, we were fulfilled. It was just
the final hours of our Gather the Women Gathering, and time
to unweave the dream frame that Penny had inspired. As Mary
and I stood eyeing the same material, an African hanging,
I knew she was going to need to own it. (As a matter of fact,
it prognosticated her African travels). I moved around the
circle until I spotted a piece of white eyelet lace. That
would be mine. I started pulling on it to release it from
the other weavings. I pulled and pulled. When it came free
I had the softest ball of something in my hand. I held it
up, and to my joy and surprise it was a baby's dress--sheer
cotton, with bands of embroidery and tucks and tiny buttons
at the neckline. I just crushed it to my heart, feeling so
connected to its wearer, the little girl who had once worn
it. Why on earth did someone give that up to weave into my
dream?
Just before leaving the hotel Charlotte Kelly, who was in
the bookstore said, Oh, I see you have my dress. Out of 300
women present, I had met the one person who could identify
my precious treasure. It had been her grandmother's, and had
been mended and mended with tiny invisible stitches to preserve
it throughout the years.
My spiritual journey is a pilgrimage of following those who
have gone before. The Little Dress was a connection between
me, its wearer, and the spirit of the weaver who placed it
on that frame. It has been woven into my own life, a symbol
of beauty past and present and yet to come. The spirit of
the Little Girl has become one with us in the Millionth circle.
Penny, thank you for Weaving the Dream.
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