We crochet our threads of connection to communities, families, collectives, and networks through this interesting exploration of seeing ourselves as separate only to know ourselves again as a piece of an infinite whole. This reinforcement of beautifully crafted connections keeps us integrated and is one the creative acts of this greater thing called love. All encompassing life holds death in its cycles of endless change, asking to stay present in each moment, to create, undo, and create anew. This crocheting of love was the life work of my mother who passed in 2011.
