The Spinners Story

An unordinary spinner sits beside her window, spinning her wool. She loves the chocolates and greys,' the blacks and whites of the Jacob's wool and the smooth lanolin on her fingertips. As she spins, love flows out of her heart and into the wool, and the sheep, into the grass that feed the sheep, into the earth that grows the grass and into the trees and birds and their songs 

And the clouds feel her love and so does the sky and even do the twinkling stars. She spins love into everything. And as she spins love  sunlight also pours into her thread. But one day, as she is spinning, a tiny lump appears.  It is less than perfect.  And she chastises herself.  Later on it happens again and and again she is not happy with herself. She begins to feel tired and the spinners arms begin to ache and a heaviness descends, down into her body, through her legs and into her foot that pushes the pedal. She stops.  And she rests.  And then she begins to nod, and then she is falling into a half dream and then her head falls onto her chest and she is asleep.

She dreams she is walking down the stone steps of her cellar. She opens the door and it is different to how she remembers.  It is very dirty and very dark.  Suddenly, the door slams behind her and a strange old man enters.  "Who are you?" she asks.
"I am your Caretaker," he says.
"Would you like a cup of tea lady?" he asks.
And in her dream she says yes she would.
"Will you help me clean the cellar lady?" he says, in a croaky, grating voice.
"Why yes," she says.
And so he goes to a cuboard, pulls out a cloth and some cleaner and hands it to her and she proceeds to clean the cellar.  She cleans all day and he brings her cups of tea. After a long while she lies down on a comfy looking bed that has appeared and then she goes to sleep.
The next morning, she wakes up in her dream and the caretaker appears and the cellar is again dirty.  So again the Spinner cleans the cellar and again she falls asleep and again the caretaker gives her copious amounts of cups of tea.  And this goes one and she is stuck and she never remembers that she has cleaned the cellar the day before.
She has all but forgotten herself, that she is s spinner and that she spins love into everything.  One day she goes to the cuboard to get some more cleaner out and she comes across a new variety.  She reads the label and it say Window Cleaner,  but just as she thinks there are no windows, she looks up and there right at the top of the wall is a round and dirty window.  Ooh, she says, I must clean that and so she drags a table and a chair to the window and climbs up and on her tiptoes she is able to reach the window.  She polishes the window and suddenly sunlight pours through and she thinks, Oh! Sun! And the beams pour right over her head and onto the opposite wall and there another window appears so she rushes over to it and begins to clean that one and as she looks through it she can see another person polishing another window in another cellar, and that person is also looking through a window at another cleaner in another cellar, and so it goes on and on, with sunlight streaming through all the windows, until it is full circle and someone is peering through the window that she first had cleaned. Suddenly, BANG! goes the door and the caretaker arrives, he begins to stutter, "Would you like".....and his words trail off.  The cleaners all down in the cellar, all blink and stretch their eyes become clear, the sun shines on all the walls that are white and gleaming and they all gather together and as they do something strange begins to happen to the caretaker for little horns appear on his head and wool sprouts up about his ears. He is turning into a sheep! He says, his last words, that end with a bleat, no ladies, no they didn't need cleaning they was already clean! And with that he trots up the cellar stairs and the people follow him. And they remember, they remember who they are.  And the woman, she awakes and she knows now that she is not alone. For there are many spinners, spinning out their love, to the world everywhere.