tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624495780966204366.post7093053876016483538..comments2023-10-16T07:25:14.037-04:00Comments on Writing Cabin: Bookbinding on a Green MountainJohnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17169893443626130840noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624495780966204366.post-41765629657990318822008-06-15T19:09:00.000-04:002008-06-15T19:09:00.000-04:00I happen to think you would have been tickled to b...I happen to think you would have been tickled to be in our number there at the workshop. I like the image of YOU hunched over a folio with needle and thread as well. <BR/><BR/>Thanks for your words, unfailingly encouraging, unfailingly supportive.Johnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17169893443626130840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6624495780966204366.post-87694869475078266592008-06-14T10:42:00.000-04:002008-06-14T10:42:00.000-04:00Donald,It seems, too, that there would be somethin...Donald,<BR/><BR/>It seems, too, that there would be something to the feeling of the act of "binding" itself...containing, making bonds, creating a fixed place, a fixed home, for words, reflections, ideas...that will variously take off in flight and return again to roost. <BR/><BR/>If people do that all together, perhaps you are also helping stitch a binding of a looser sort among those participating. Something that holds the group together while also letting the individuals gather their own pages and set off on a new chapter.<BR/><BR/>I can easily imagine you hunched over a folio with needle and thread...it makes a pleasing picture, actually! I am happy for you, friend.Kimberlyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13564606268367781659noreply@blogger.com