We women are all daughters, someone's daughter. Some of us are mothers, too. This tapestry is an intricate weaving of the growing process from childhood to maturity, the discipline of wisdom, reminding us that wisdom is not inevitable--it requires work. "Spinning Straw, Weaving Gold" builds on the foundation of "Becoming Flame" and the dialogue continues in greater depth.
As a daughter, I read Anders' words and am reminded of the wealth my mother passed on to me. In her mothering days she was orderly, precise, a model of doing things well. Words were not her strength, but she wove into her children faithfulness and diligence, "building her house." Her legacy remains and weaving gold becomes an on-going process. "Savor the journey, my Child," Anders writes, "learn and grow along with those you love."
As a mother, my own mortality becomes part of that journey's realities. My college-age Isabel commented one day: "Mom, when I was little you were so tall and you could do anything." Now she knows better, but the weaving has been true and "our souls remain connected regardless of dimensions of physical space." Anders touches on a breadth of Truth defied by the brevity of the book. With the pithy focus of Brother Lawrence, she uses a macro lens to bring home the details that remind us of our interconnectedness.