People are the threads. We weave in and out of each other’s paths. Some follow the warp; some follow the weft. We get tangled in each other’s stories each other’s lives. We unravel our own undeserved dreams, trying to be something we believe we weren’t meant to attempt.Yet we aspire. We spool our way out, unwinding, stretching to be, to become. We are connecting, intertwining into a picture, a line in a song, a stitch − no matter how frayed and repaired, we must be some part of some thing. We want to be anything except disconnected, hanging down, loose and lost. No, not lost, please − we’re afraid that one tug would break us, pull us free. We would lose our hold. We would be ungrounded with nothing to cling to − in the dark with no light to take us home.
Thread is wrapped strongly. It’s hard to break. When the warp and the weft are woven well, then the fabric won’t tear or unravel. It’s strong enough to wear its way through life. Threads weave our stories just right. Each is part, a memory of another’s picture.
All of the threads, all of the colors of life − what a rainbow we weave, giving each other strength like the warp and weft, like a sunrise filling a sky, like a flower decorating a fence.
Every thread in a piece needs the others.
People are threads in the tapestry of life.
−me strauss Letting me be
4 comments:
Oh how I love this post. I really really do.
I can feel the weight of the blanket we create, certain people remind me of this. :)
A friend said once that before right and wrong were right and wrong, there were just colors, colors we created.
You reminded me of this.
This was wonderful to read.
Thank you Liz,
Katrina
Hello tell no one
It feels grand to wake to your words that say this post reminds you of a friend you ssid something so heartening and loving to you. I hear the sound of your voice as you talk about it. It is beautiful.
Liz, I love this photo and the possibilities it symbolizes. There really are so many threads in the tapestry of life, so many designs to weave, so many colors, patterns, stitches. Lots of knots and tangles occur before the finished product comes to light.
It's easy for me to see the forest, but miss the trees. Your post offers the opportunity to stop and reflect on each strand & how it supports the others, how it adds to the beauty of the finished product. Thanks, Liz.
The opportunity to see the strands . . . yeah that it, isn't it. The chance to look more closely and to see how we connect. To see the ways we support each other.
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