Weaving the Fine Linen of Life. Drawing Thread from the Distaff, Twisting the Filament and Drawing it onto a rotating Spindle. Weaving the Fine Linen of Life. ABOUT WEAVING THE FINE LINEN OF LIFE. Threads are pulled up, a Web has been Woven and will shine and brightly hang in the World Tree. There is a Woman besides me, on my left, on the left side of my bed. Every now and then a .

ISA, WOMAN WITH THE DRUM. ABOUT ISA, WOMAN WITH THE DRUM. ISA, Volva STAV AND HONEY PRIESTESSA. Sitting at the Well of Origin I hear the Water whispering Names, Names of Dreams about. Here is the place where Starry Children come down to wrap themselves into a Dream and set out on a Journey on the River of Life. Here Threads are Spun and magically Woven into Songs and Stories who want to live with us, wherever we go, whever we are. I step back to .