🌿 *The Quiet Thread That Led Me Here*
🕊 A gentle note before you read:
This post touches on themes of baby loss and grief. If you're in a tender place, please take care as you read — and know that you're not alone. I share this story with softness and respect, in the hope that it may offer comfort or connection to those who need it.
## 🌿 *The Quiet Thread That Led Me Here*
There are times in life when the noise of the world feels unbearable. For me, that time came after the heartbreaking loss of my baby, shortly after birth. Grief took me far from myself — like a small boat drifting without a map.
In that quiet and fragile time, I found a small comfort in walking through the woods near my home. The trees didn’t ask for words. The breeze and the brook made space for my feelings in a way nothing else could. It was there, in the stillness of nature, that I started to notice something unexpected: the grief I carried was incredibly loud, but the memory of my daughter — her presence — was quiet. So gentle, yet somehow everywhere. And that changed something in me.
I began to seek out the quiet.
That’s when I turned to making.
### *Crafting Within My 5K*
During the lockdown, when our movements were restricted, I started a project I called *Crafting My 5k* — a personal challenge to create using only what I could find within my 5km radius. It wasn’t planned. I just needed something to do with my hands. I had no studio, no fancy tools, and not much space at home. But I had time — while my youngest napped, while the world was paused.
I stumbled across an online weaving course by Fibre Arts Take Two and signed up. That first lesson, something clicked. I loved that weaving didn’t demand big equipment or perfection. It asked only for attention and patience. It helped me breathe again.
### *Weaving My Way Back to Myself*
In those early days, I made so many mistakes. But I also made discoveries. I began to love the creative process itself — not for what I was making, but for how it made me feel. I followed my curiosity. *What if I added this? What if I bent that? What if I cut it back on itself?* I started experimenting with paper string and sculptural forms, enjoying the unexpected turns.
Weaving gave me more than just a craft. It helped me slow my nervous system, build trust in myself again, and find beauty in the in-between.
Now that my children are in school, I’ve given more space to this work. I create one-of-a-kind woven decor — soft forms filled with intention — and I host workshops to share the same quiet joy that weaving gave to me.
### *More Than Objects*
The Artful Weaver isn’t just about decor. It’s about healing. About reconnecting with the land beneath your feet and the creativity inside you. About choosing slow over fast, soul over trend, and presence over perfection.
This work is part of my healing, and I hope it gently supports yours too — whatever that may look like.
Thank you for being here,
*Nikita*
