A rite of passage

As the red thread dyed with cochineal pierces through the veil

Of a childhood sculpted

in technicolor plastic

A place of retreat

To vibrant imaginary worlds

Filled with Barbie and Lisa Frank

A familiar place of safety

That lives in the fantasy of the mind

With the Sonoran desert

as my witness

I will slowly come out of hiding

stepping through this rite of passage

Boldly I will let my body be the guide

Let the materials decide

To explore more deeply

what it means to be

an embodied woman

In community

With sisters

Fibers as the connecting force

Let’s give voice to tradition

And the power that comes from within

Listen to the body

My body

The body of the earth

This body of work

A testament to

Weaving together

The new with the old

The technology of the future

And the traditions of the past

Natural and synthetic

Honoring all parts