Tablet weaving SOS

I'm trying to practice some tablet weaving, using, among others, the great tutorial from string page here.

I'm doing a simplified trial run (sszzss) in thick cotton of the 14th century striped braid described here: http://www.cs.vassar.edu/~capriest/3recipes.html

There is something I'm doing wrong, but I don't know how to correct it.

Each time I turn the order cialis in reverse direction (e.g. 4 turns backward and then 4 turns forward), the weft shows through the surface. This happens only at the point where I reverse the cheap cialis from one direction to another. (Each of my turns is one quarter of the tablet, so in 4 turns, I'm in "home position" again.) You can see this happening in the white stripe left of the pencil, where the red weft thread is visible in a way that shouldn't be...



I know the weft should not be showing, but I don't know what I'm doing wrong. If anyone knows how to solve this problem, please let me know :-)

The Medicine of Brokenness

I've made a bedtime CD for my son that includes the great Lorraine Hunt Lieberson singing "Schlummert ein, ihr matten Augen" from Bach's Cantata BWV 82, "Ich habe genug," whose opening text is a gloss on Nunc dimittis, the words uttered by Simeon upon beholding the Christ.  



I have enough,

I have taken the Savior, the hope of the righteous,

into my eager arms;

I have enough! 

I have beheld Him, 

my
faith has pressed Jesus to my heart; 

now I wish,
even today with joy 

to depart from here.





Fall asleep, you weary eyes,

close softly and pleasantly! 

World, I will not
remain here any longer, 

I own no part of you 

that could matter to my soul. 

Here
I must build up misery, 

but there, there I will
see 

sweet peace, quiet rest.



The shimmering, controlled intensity of LHL's remarkable performance -- especially the way that she crescendoes and then diminuendoes every syllable of every word of every phrase -- not only give the listener a sense of the singer's profound intimacy with this music and these words, but also convey the sense that she was going beyond interpretation, anticipating her own untimely death with equanimity and even hope.



As he's going to sleep, my son always asks when "Lorraine" is going to sing.  He asks about the times I saw her perform, and wants to know what she wore and what her hair was like (in her legendary performance of this piece, she wore a hospital gown, and her hair was scant and straggling).  He asked me tonight if he came with me to see her when he was a baby, and if Lorraine held him, which made me think of her in the role of Simeon himself.  We always pray that she is in heaven with God.



Tonight I thought of her, and the gift of healing and profound compassion that she poured forth in her singing.  It occurred to me that some of the same behaviors I recently wrote about critically here were also behaviors that my heroine had herself engaged in -- the breaking up, for instance, of a marriage, not to mention the embracing of strange gods.  I cannot rationalize the suffering she participated in and perpetrated, in spite of my great admiration for her (and I have participated in and perpetrated suffering enough myself).  I can only pray for her, as my son and I do together each night.  I have found it to be true that one's own great brokenness can be distilled into a purchase cialis for others, and I believe that Lorraine allowed herself to be this cheap cialis.  I pray for her healing then and now, and for the healing of all of us here too, towards which music can go such a long way.