Exploring a Weaving for Insight

"I don't know whether you can look at your past and find, 

woven like the hidden symbols on a  treasure map, 

the path that will point to your final destination."

Jodi Picoult

It is often said life is like a tapestry with various colors and textures running through it.  It would be interesting if we could examine the weave and detect which colored texture was the wild and crazy one running sporadically throughout the entire piece.

Somewhat the same can be accomplished by harvesting our journals.  As we go back through our own long ago writings, we are reminded consistently of certain behaviors and accompanied emotions.  We find our motivation if often sincere, and yet when we enable, we rob the other of a needed experience and we become discouraged by our own lack of success.

It is interesting to pick up old books read so many years ago, remembering them in a certain way or a particular admired quality.  And yet, as we browse through the book, it my have lost the original tug we experienced as life has moved us through layers of multiple experiences.  Words stay the same, and colors do not change.  We are the ones who are forever changing and all of the rest are just book marks along the way.

  

The Unfolding of Self

 

 

 

 

"Imagine waking up one morning

and finding a piece of yourself

you didn't even know existed."

 

Jodi Picoult

NINETEEN MINUTES

 

 



While visiting Nashville for a few days, I was thankful to have the opportunity to spend a short time with a young woman I love and admire.  She has graduated from college and is currently working on a masters degree, but there is a deeper development occurring that might not catch the eye.  Her delightful intelligence and her outstanding substance is being nurtured for a future day. 

This young woman carries imprints from Asian ancestors as well as Native American influence.  There is a deepness running through her that has yet to surface.  Her intriguing beauty  will gently unfold within her future days.  For now, her thick curly hair, chocolate brown eyes, and sculptured cheekbones get her by. 

As her elder, I can easily see how painful the uncertainty of her life must be.  In my heart, I know she simply has not yet discovered the richness of her gifts.  These years of struggle, breaking the invisible cords that once held her so tightly, creates an open pathway to who she is called to be.  The fullness of her intelligence and integrity have yet to flourish.

The present is being used to clear away debris providing experiences she will use to deeply relate to others.  Her gift of writing will provide her with an outlet to express her compassion, longing, and loneliness.  My words of "Not yet, be patient dear girl," sound hollow even to myself.    I know we all do not peak at the same time and realize what danger there is in forcing an unnatural opening or settling for what we already know as an uncomfortable fit.

For now she must endure the journey of a star evolving in the darkness of the  sky.  I am certain that one day she shall beam so brightly, her passion will attract and assist others, illuminating the sky.