I was thinking about weaving and how each thread contributes to a pattern. The pattern of the threads of our lives reveals a picture.
Like a tapestry the patterns of our lives are the weave we ourselves designed. We have an idea of what we want ~ what we want to create with each thread we choose.
The weaver envisions the ultimate design and chooses each thread for a purpose. Then on stepping back from the loom for a broader perspective the weaver often realizes a thread did not work ~ did not support their design.
And like a weaver learning to weave, as we learn to live our lives, we can weave something that is not always what we thought we were creating. Sometimes we choose a thread that is incompatible with the end design we intended.
What seemed the best choice of color and placement at one time may later reveal something less than what the weaver intended.
As a once inexperienced weaver I misplaced many threads. There were times when all I could see were the threads moving on the loom. I couldn’t always see the pattern they were making. What seemed like a series of random choices ended up as a design ~ not always to my liking.
I am a more experienced weaver now; still weaving on my loom of life. I know if I pay attention I can pull a thread and watch the pattern change. Like a weaver of tapestries, a weaver of life adjusts and renews their weaving; changing the pattern. I’m still doing that.
The trick is to find the right thread to pull; knowing when to use the old threads for a new pattern and when to throw them out. A thread used in the wrong place can be useful somewhere else.
Weavers have a vision of weaving something wonderful ~ patterns of design that are alive, vibrant, fully expressing their creativity.
Like weavers of tapestries, we weavers of life keep on weaving. At times pausing to pull a thread to unravel and begin again.
May We All Walk in Beauty.
…”I weave your name on the loom of my mind
To clean and soften ten thousand threads
And to comb the twists and knots of my thoughts.
No more shall I weave a garment of pain.
For you have come to me, drawn by my weaving,
Ceaselessly weaving your name on the loom of my mind.” ~ Kabir