She looks for ways to produce and not just consume. Don't we eat enough. Don't we use enough paper and cloth to fill a landfill, not to mention the fossil fuel. I met a young woman who made me aware again, of ecological ramifications of our choices in life.
What would happen if we were concerned to produce with the human beings that we love in mind? The industrial revolution is long past. We are aware now that we have children to prepare the world for. Someone will inherit the earth after we are long forgotten. What about them?
Knitting and crocheting and cloth and traditions are woven. We weave into the minds of our younguns much, for good and for ill. Let us beware that the air and water pollution is not intoxicating to the spirits of the people behind us as well as to their bodies.
Louisa May Alcott considered herself a spinster of stories to clothe the minds of the future generations. What kind of wool and flax are you spinning?
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