Ummmm…let’s just call this Day 30 of NaPoWriMo…now that it’s almost June. 🙂
I never doubt the reason in what I see, anymore.
I’ve picked up the pattern and studied its weaving.
In everything there is meaning.
Years I spent observing that the threads were too loose, or the colors all wrong,
when all along, I was missing my role.
The goal is clear seeing, not attaching feeling.
My thoughts were judgments: restrictive.
I was meant to be a witness, admire the hues for their richness.
I found the pattern pointless, till I stepped back and looked up.
This tapestry was made by a much larger hand than mine, with an infinitely larger eye to behold it.
Each turn of the needle has drawn my eye to the place where I was meant to look.
I am no weaver. I am a reader. A seeker.