My mother taught me that life was like a tapestry of threads. Moments in time blending into one another. Endless moments forming backgrounds for significant events. Painful decisions and choices alter everything when i wonder how i can continue. Colours, patterns and horizons shift and change. People come back into my life like gold threads promising renewed friendships. Change is felt and is uncomfortable. Pace slows and lessons are learnt.
I look in the mirror and see myself reflected. An incomplete tapestry. I look into my heart and expose the intricacies of what makes me me. I see turbulent times and momentous moments displayed on a framework of the humdrum and prosaic.
The ups and downs, the ins and outs of life.
