A blog about my cats, geology and other stuff that I do when I'd rather be quilting
Friday, 18 March 2011
If life is a tapestry
... then sometimes, when the unthinkable happens, we will be left hanging by a thread. Everyone I have ever known has contributed a thread to my own personal tapestry. Some are silken, some are rough, some bright, some dull, some intricate, some simple, some gregarious, some snipped too soon. But all are treasured. If there's one thing I've learned since Sept 4/Feb 22, it's the importance of these threads, particularly the one you grasp at when it all goes wrong. That person, those people, are your anchors. They are there to reel you in when you are in danger of slipping away. They lend you their strength to mend the holes. They are extraordinary, wonderful and wise, and very very welcome. In this moment, I thank all my friends and family who have been so generous with their love, prayers and thoughts during these past shaky months. My tapestry is richly detailed and brightly coloured because of you. I am so grateful.