Today Harpa Rún came and spent time with us Spinning-sisters and read from her book. She realized, when reading out loud, that one of her poems suited perfectly with the environment and present company at the loft. So she “just” gave us the poem. There and then! It is ours! How about that honor? Thank you SO much, dear Harpa Rún. ❤
It is, of course, read in Icelandic, but it symbols the bond between the generations coming and going, and describes it in the way as when we spin a thread from our wool. ????????❤