Fabric of Life

It's strange, how people can be connected in different ways ~ as though life is a never-ending loom of fabric, with each tiny weft and weave contributing to the wholeness and value of the cloth itself ~

some people are bright swatches of color, little external embroideries, bright sequins or beads.

Some are the strong supporting silk threads underneath and throughout, not really seen , but so very necessary to the fabric as a whole.

Some are the thick strong weft threads, that help hold the shape and density; some are the warp, thinner, weaving in and out, creating myriad patterns through-out, both over and under.

Some create a fanciful border, making the edges beautiful and rich, while some prefer to be center stage, smack in the middle of the piece ~ a dazzling center-piece, for all to admire. Still others prefer to travel all about the fabric, surfacing a little here, a little there, leaving color and design wherever they go.

Each thread has a purpose, each thread contributes to the whole. Whether the piece be tiny, and barely visible, or bright, loud, and overbearing in places, still each is a part of the whole tapestry. Each thread gives color, depth, strength, thickness, warmth, value, class, or beauty. Each thread is beautiful and necessary, however short or long it be. Each thread belongs to the whole. Each thread matters. Together, each thread forms a length of fabric that could not have otherwise been.

Guess What? Chicken Butt!

~See how enthused I am? :-D
Well, ya'all, I am SOOOO enthused ~ beCAUSE, I have finally finally FINALLY gotten my other weblog/site/whatever you want to call it UP & semi-RUNNING! Hah-HAH! And THAT, my fair friends, is a big deal.

Therefore, I celebrated hugely, and treated myself to a small reward or three. Naturally, I still have much work to finish, however, the fact that my squinty little brain was able to accomplish even THIS much is quite a cause for celebrating.

Indeed, I believe the moment calls for a haiku:

Exquisite Indulgence
The hours slip away
yet the journey gives pleasure
exquisite results.

Winter DOES have a silver lining!

Here are some lovely mementos of the colder season. These are, in my mind, the silver lined lemonades of winter:





<<~~(I think that is really a sculpture ~ if not, well, perhaps a timely example of what can happen if you indulge a touch over the holidays ~ ;-D )

and THIS final thought on winter, snow and ice: