It’s one of the first things I noticed walking in the coop the fateful afternoon I discovered it: long, colourful braided ropes cradling potted plants suspended from the ceiling.
Now, as I manned the counter taking coffee orders, women were filtering in for the macrame workshop where they were to learn the art for themselves.
We can tell something about [ourselves] by the way we respond to someone’s question - music is like that. Someone puts out a musical idea, and you have to find something in yourself…I have to adapt to your music idea…indirectly absorbing your otherness.
And while each participant continued to chat, I looked at them, their smiles bringing one to my face. I was not just attending a workshop on making kefir. No. This was a place of gathering, inviting me to take part. It was inviting me to meet people and share our lives.