Life's Tapestry

I once read an American Indian poem that spoke of every life being a bright thread woven into Life’s Tapestry, and its image stuck with me.

Two weeks ago, we lost Mitch’s childhood friend; he was 52 and is survived by his wife and two young children. Mitch and I have been on a rollercoaster ride as you can imagine, so I have been remiss in my updating.

But I find myself today, in the still moment an office can have around the lunch hour, thinking of the tapestry image.

We have lost one of life’s beautiful threads;

The pattern of the tapestry is now and forever altered;

But its presence in it is forever cherished, and will always be visible

Cherish your life’s every thread, be them daily acquaintances, email friends or family, for life is short, so short, and before you know it, the tapestry will change, and the loom will continue to weave.