Once spun, the wool leaves its ball form to become a skein. This is an operation of memory and measure. The spinner, crouching, holds the ball under her left hand and stretches the thread down to the sole of her left foot. The thread, wrapped in this way, takes on a regular, oval, beautiful form.
Each turn is accompanied by a small breath. The fingers move quickly. The space between the hand and the foot determines the size of the skein. In this gesture, one feels both discipline and the gentleness of a delicate art.
Once ready, the skeins are tied with a colored thread. They will either be sent for dyeing or stored for future use. Each skein is a promise of creation, a reserve of beauty.
In the silence of the morning or the shade of a fig tree, these gestures are carried out. It’s not just work; one recognizes the rhythm of the earth, the pulse of the hearth, the calm voice of Moroccan heritage.