I make no apologies for loving whom I love. Unanticipated and unexpected circumstances opened my heart in ways unimaginable. Cherished threads of priceless silvery filaments, reflecting rainbows of luminescent hope, friendship, and care, enrich two loveable illustrations weaving themselves as divinely gifted vignettes, witnessing hope, in my tapestry. With strength of character, integrity, and wisdom, the loom of timelessness securely fastens each in the place and time appointed by those following their kind hearts. The weaver perceives and gratefully acknowledges the exclusive influences they individually wield upon her heart, might, mind, and soul, whether, in her dreams, perceptions, or realities realms, their magnifying, uplifting power touches all choices, enriching the colours of her life. She listens to the sounds of silence, inspiration in the heart of her needlework.
Subtle hues naturally blend throughout the weaver’s threaded masterpiece. A curtain of inescapable intriguing intricacies hangs between perception and truth, dreams and fantasies, light and dark, confusions and clarity, now and then, patterns of her life’s happenings. Masquerading as an impenetrable barrier, binding captivated observers attempting to decipher its secrets in simplistic complications, it delicately veils beautiful secreted memories beyond sight.
The weaver’s introverted nature, slowly transitioning to less reluctantly welcoming new encounters, allows few people to examine details beyond appearances and hesitantly displays only one side, riddled in ciphers. Guarding the intimacies of artistic expressionism in her solemn tapestry that balances colour and shadow, in abstraction, she reverences the exquisite crafting of life, purposely reflecting before making decisions of her heart.
Precious gifts for you, my child,
boundless possibilities.
Each sublimely measured thread,
exclusively designed
for your hope and enjoyment.
Colours of relationships,
experiences, and dreams,
threads stronger than human strength,
unimaginable love,
on glorious mountain heights
of nourishing delight. Joy
beyond horizons to touch
within your soaring spirit.
Grasp, hold fast through intense heat,
bone-chilling dampness, despair,
or unfathomable depths
of warmth and comforting peace.
Wherever you may wander
keep stitching your life and loves.
Weave yourself a tapestry,
a legacy, heritage
of faith, love, laughter’s binding
seams, memories to cherish.
Look back, stand still, rejoice, smile.
Amazing vistas captured,
exquisite weaving, your life,
panorama of beauty
through toil and strife, grief and pain,
rewarded in rainbow’s hopes.
She drifts back and forth, like a spectre through memories, hopes, fears, and dreams, amazed by the handiwork and appreciating the inherently cohesive design resulting from choice and consequence, interactions, and encounters. Fingers slowly tracing over the diverse textures of patterns and images, absorbing the significance of thoughts, words, and actions, elevate her above cloud’s abode. She gratefully soars on wings of golden moments. What will she share? Whom will she let see between spaces and shadows? Weaver, please accept the offerings. Your richness in family, love, experiences, and desires to uplift others are not for you alone. Selectively revealing keys through strategical weaving unlocks mysteries in her life, renewing soul-filled longings. The weaver envisions a choice companion, always and forever spellbound by his magical touch of accepting wonder as she reaches her hands and heart into the magnificent essence of his tapestry. Seeking a loving hearthside, where her heart-woven tapestry can drape as a delicate, chiffon-like masterpiece of inner beauty, honesty, and purity, she dreams, watches, hopes, and lives.
Where in my contemplative voyage do I consider tapestries being analogous to my life? I often reflect on my experiences, opportunities, desires, and the people who bless my journey in diverse ways. The silken threads of spider webs allow me to pause, in amazement, as do the beautiful works of artistic expressions in every form and dimension of needlework. Weaving threads of wonder through moments and chapters of my life’s encounters with others, and myself, remind me of the intricacies of relationships. I see myself and others through refined lenses. In each precious thread, hues of individuality connect fibrous tints, enriching vignettes displaying themselves in my character, values, morals, beliefs, and life. Bonds I preserve in the pages and beautifully coloured tapestry of my life continue influencing directions and choices. Such incredible, majestic beauty to behold and share!! I present a treasured section of my tapestry, gifted, on loan to me for a time, and I to them.
Life Happens . . . so do Tapestries
=>Which threads in the weaving of your tapestry take your vision beyond sight?
=>How have you chosen to incorporate the tinted experiences that cause you to soar beyond horizons of the present moment?
Now, this is a gorgeous symphony of interrelated thoughts, feelings, memories, desires, gratitudes expressed and offerings of love from a heart bursting with love. And it is truly worthy of you. It expresses so many feelings appropriate to this wonderful and blessed Christmas season.
Thank you so much,
Mel and Dee Hiscock
Thank you for giving me the gift of your time and experience.
Beautifully written as always. I read some of your writings to my mother and she was duly impressed. She stated that you should be an author!
Thank you, and to her. I’m working on my novel.