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Tapestry in its Complexity

July 5, 2022

The inertia was my initial title to support this blog. Nothing could pass through the gridlock, swaying me to and fro, seeing the dense and intricate tapestry of the forest between the two rivers. Still a tiny bit apprehensive, the fear of tresspassing swelled up in me, on the flip side it felt so thrilling. In that moment in the eye of the mind I saw a furnace and a burning bush, a chest and a scroll containing a message, arriving with the smell of incense, lemongrass or was it sandalwood? Or a feeling escaping from a bottle, smoking energy. I swerved and veered away from the traffic jam, took the road in the opposite direction, observing my thoughts travelling as far as this signage -quote “We are the richly dowried children of God” by Julia Cameron, after reading a poem called TAPESTRY.

Is your portion of TAPESTRY woven, waking up; beholding the rich and colourful threads embellishing blessings, those seen and the unseen, stitched behind the canvas of your life?

Colour and Cloths: silks and cottons woven in chatoyant tapestries mesmerzing colours of purple, violet, orange, yellow, blue, greens and reds; significantly spoken about in all major sacred texts. We come alive and dream, dancing in tailored attires cut just for us. We show off in modesty and with great pride, thankful for where we, for the stations of our lives, glamorously stepping out in our textiles to explore and greet the splendour of our wonderfully painted worlds.

What an awesome word. Taken in possession by the ordinary and the acclaimed to describe our present moments, positions, which side of the embellished curtain we are standing; in this current phase of our lives. Our knowledge and our understanding; and how we take up our talents in a breathtaking fashion to weave the patterns of our lives, like a tapestry studded in brilliance across the nightskies amid the chaos.

We own our lovely and precious planet. On her own with her moon and her sun she is a cosmic tapestry, sunny and naturally harmonous in her ecological rhythm; the choice is ours, -we have the dominion- what we wish to do with her.

We sit down and spin the tapestry which adorns our walls, turn a way from those who grimace with an indignant eye and malice in their hearts when they survey the rich tapestry of our lives. See God’s silver tapestry spread across our nights and greet us with a glorious golden thread in the morning.

Daily renewed, take up your cottons, thread the needle, take your time like an embroider who richly weaves the tapestry of her daily life, and even when dark clouds gather she smiles at the silver lining.

Fanny Howe in her poetry reflects on the garden, especially the garden of our souls. lamenting, we should have watered more.

Here is Fanny Howe, making Poetry about TAPESTRY.


Tapestry

The ruin we made of our garden
Is confusing even today.
Seven trees times three
Planted for the first children
Now dread covered.

Bastards I could never have lived with
Occupy that land today.

My love cried when it lost
Its place of rest.

It died for me. It died for us.

Gray apples, a rotten bone.
Love and time that sucked on them.

Water draws strength from stones
And tries to move them
And this way prevent erosion
Of something deeper down
That supports them all.

We should have watered more.
Or bought more hydrangea
To decorate the groundswell
Before the great flood

Of warriors and moneymen.

12 Comments
  1. Thank you for the inspiring word to grace this early morning as I read. Your reference to the earth as our inheritance upon which to weave careful srewardship is beautifully penned.
    The soul is our private soil yes by which one scatters kindness despite the toil and tares that may fallow one’s ground…or perhaps we sow kindness in the face of adversity.
    A thoughtful and thought-provoking share.
    Blessings to you.

    • Thank you Poet, for adding such beautiful and mindful musings upon reading.
      So true, “the soul is our private soil”. Th onus is upon us to water the garden of our souls, possibly along the way teach others, who are worn out, how to draw from the well.
      Thank you, dearly.
      Blessings too.

      • You are most welcome. Thank you for a lovely morning meditation as this post surely was for me.
        Cheers 😊

      • I’m so happy that I could deliver it. So happy.
        Cheers.

  2. This was so cool to read πŸ˜†πŸ’―πŸ‘ŒπŸ’“: it was wonderfully written like an articulated masterpiece of fluent tapestry in of itself, kindling my compositional fondness and soulfully refreshing my deepest marveled conscience 🀩🀩.

    It is a stark presentation from top to bottom, taking a look at a very unique concept that’s rich with insightful delights and was a fusion of many thoughtfully stimulating aspects πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸŒΉπŸ˜˜. I really liked reading this incredible look into the realm of Tapestry πŸ™πŸ™Œβ˜ΊοΈπŸ₯°

    • Smiling πŸ™‚πŸ™‚πŸ™‚, from ear to ear, πŸ™‚πŸ™‚πŸ™‚, thank you for this beautiful treasure box πŸ“¦ πŸ’– πŸ’•
      And fragrant bouquet πŸ’ 😍. Full of gratitude for sharing your thoughts and appreciation for this theme. Pondering where it started out, I enjoyed exploring this realm, one which we are constantly weaving.
      Thank you for coming to read Shoshin πŸ™ŒπŸ™πŸΌπŸ˜˜

      • Hahahaha that makes me very happyπŸ™πŸ˜‚πŸ˜. It is an honor and a humbling blessing to know that you treasure my thoughts and input about your terrific writing so much πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜πŸ’•. The theme that you delved into was profoundly compelling and exceptionally written with an abundance of class and eloquence and I loved reading every beautiful and carefully placed word of it πŸ’“πŸ€©πŸ’―. So you are welcome my friend πŸ™πŸ˜†; it was a delightful pleasure πŸ₯°πŸ™ŒπŸ’™πŸ’™

      • Thank you my special Shoshin. πŸ€—πŸ’―πŸ€© Yes it is so lovely to read your inspiring and encouraging sentiments. It really warms πŸ’“ my heart. πŸ’•πŸ˜˜πŸ’•πŸ˜˜πŸ™πŸΌπŸ™Œ

      • Awww I am super heartwarmed and gleefully imbued by your precious comments and gratitude 🌹🌹😘. I am glad to hear what you think and how it makes you feel my friend πŸ’―πŸ€©πŸ™πŸ₯°

      • Yes my darling, I relish in your comments. It’s like when a student reads the comments from her lecturer, it is exciting, and niceπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‚πŸ’•

  3. Your writing is so inspiring. You are so talented, and I love to read the tapestries you weave out of language and love. Gorgeous post, my dearest Abi. 🌹β™₯️

    • Thank you so much for your beautifully expressed appreciation Jeff. It is truly lovely, thank you for reading too. β™₯

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