Am distracted as usual by the undercurrents and rhythms of living and the unchangeable histories of interwoven lives as they complete their unraveling. Since I have a little eco-tree hugger in me, in spite of being a a red meat loving carnivore, I know I must harvest the threads of my life. The remnants aren't to be thrown away. I must allow them to be sewn/woven into a new tapestry (or eco-wise into a new web of life). I need to be grateful that this is even possible. It is the only way in which I will be able to see and feel the beauty of an unexpected tapestry to be woven from the remnant threads I've been gifted with (dangling I know and trying not to worry about it--grammar that is--see dangled again). Oh well.
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the other option is to shrivel up and die as some would hope since they think all bad things ripple forth from a single source and therefore that that source would shrivel up and die is deserved.
to allow a new tapestry to be woven is my only option...to use the threads of my life that remain (as i said, that i even have these is a gift i can only be grateful for); it is the only option...
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