
| There once was a stick that lay on the ground. I picked it up and found it had a curve to it just so, suggesting the form of a woman. Although I lay it aside the door was thrown wide and everywhere I saw her face, her cloak, her skirt, and her belly, and the stones to trace the spiral upon it. I wasn't finished with her until she was finished with me... May I present Wild Majick Woman Eucalyptus branch. Handwoven woolen shawl, (courtesy of Kirsten Shutz) . Collection of Sheri Taylor and Janet Baernstein. |


