My grandmothers were loomers seamstress of service and knitters , men were storytellers shepherds and shamans of Crete , up in the mountains , I came in the UK and forgot how to belong.. and I m now called to weave back into me and what lies in my mycelium veins I long it so hard it aches …
My grandmothers were loomers seamstress of service and knitters , men were storytellers shepherds and shamans of Crete , up in the mountains , I came in the UK and forgot how to belong.. and I m now called to weave back into me and what lies in my mycelium veins I long it so hard it aches …