Tapestry

My Life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue

An everlasting vison of the ever changing view

A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold

A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold. (Tapestry, Carole King)

Tapestries are made of threads. So many threads. They can be bright or not, full of color or monochromatic, longer or shorter. A thread may be woven through the entire tapestry, or it may only be part of the tapestry for a small section. No matter the quality or appearance of the thread, it adds to the tapestry in its own way. Sometimes, even if that thread hasn’t been in the forefront of the tapestry for a while, it is still possible to look back over the tapestry and see where that thread was woven in and brightened the fabric, and to see it in the background, still part of the pattern.

Sometimes those threads are woven out of the tapestry. And sometimes they are cut short.

It may seem strange, to miss that thread, that bit of brightness, when it is cut short, if it hasn’t been in the dominant pattern of your tapestry for while. But somehow, it makes you feel good just knowing that the thread is there. In someone’s tapestry.

The Beatles put it like this.

There are places I’ll remember

All my life, though some have changed.

Some forever, not for better;

Some have gone and some remain.

Tho’ I know I’ll never lose affection

For people and things that went before

I know I’ll often stop and think about them.

Celebrate your tapestry. Celebrate those people and places who helped you weave it, even as you mourn those whose threads are finished. Celebrate the time it took to create it. Revel in the process, remember what was woven before, find joy and peace in what you are weaving now. Your tapestry is yours to create, to hold, to share, to enjoy; it’s yours to mourn, to change, to feel the richness in the fabric.

What does you tapestry look like?

Peace,

Kathie