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Some years ago I was lucky enough to be invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didn't qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.
On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people and said words to the effect of, "I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? They've made amazing things. I just went where I was sent."
And I said, "Yes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something." ~ Neil Gaiman
WOW. Chance encounters are amazing. Sister #2 and I were at Hubbell's Trading Post where a Navajo Grandmother was weaving. She ignored most people's questions to her, talking to a Park Ranger in Dine. Then I tried the small loom for guests (I think the rangers had bets on who could get the most people to try weaving). I watched her and undid some odd weaving before telling my sister I liked the pace of this craft. Grandmother leaned over, patted my knee and said (in perfect English) "you understand the loom". I though 'thank you but sneaky of you grandmother to limit who knew you spoke 2 languages" Thus began my fascination with Navajo weaving.
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