It's such a simple process and one that is enjoyable to undertake. It's also one of the original ways to join two or more strands into a stronger entity.
The ropes around the necks of the bog bodies are plaited which suggests possibly a ritual function to the simple plait.
It takes me back to my childhood and the long plaits I wore most days and in that remembering I find my father pulling back and smoothing my hair to make plaits. He pulled hard, making my eyes water but I would not have revealed a softer soul than the warrior I wanted to be.
After my sister's death I ripped one of her tee shirts and plaited it into a scarf to keep her close to me.
Now with this skirt I create plaits and find again their ability to draw out memory and allow it to be entwined with the present and dreams of the future and I begin to dream of the contents of all three and what this skirt will carry. This leads me back to the origin of the skirt and its ritual function and for an instant I sit beside ancient sisters dreaming dreams of their dreams.
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