Why Weaving?

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I often ask myself this question. Of all the ancestral skills that I practice, what is it about weaving that continues to draw my focus and passion? It always comes down to this: weaving just feels like the right thing to do. It's simply what my hands like to do, and my mind loves to watch and calculate. I can logically justify it by thinking that it's probably the most useful and still-relevant ancestral skill. Everyone needs containers. They look prettier than plastic. When I think about other skills that I practice like hide-tanning and flint-knapping, they just don't seem as relevant to the modern world in the way that basketry continues to be. I don't plan on having a kitchen set of obsidian knives, or a wardrobe of buckskin. I have friends who love to do those things more than weaving though, and they may have their own logical explanations for why they do what they do. When it comes down to it, it's what is in your heart. Basketry was my first merit badge in the Boy Scouts when I was 11 years old. Perhaps I imprinted on it the way a baby duckling imprints on their mother. Who knows. All I know for sure is that I love weaving.