• APRIL 24 •
My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue, An everlasting vision of the everchanging view, A wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold, A tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold. —Carole King
Our lives are patchwork quilts of mismatched fabrics, all stitched together by an invisible seamstress. The tattered, blood-red scraps of quarrels, the beige of pastry crust baked on Saturdays in a grandmother’s kitchen that always smelled sweet, the brilliant colors of our happy moments—picnics and sunsets and laughter—all these are necessary pieces of the tapestry of our lives, even our cold, white doubts, and emptiness. All the colors of life are sewn together with the green thread of growth. We are a mixture of feelings and experiences. Often, we want to cut away a square of painful memory. But without it, our quilt would lose its beauty, for contrast would disappear. If a piece is removed, the rest is weakened and incomplete.
How well can I accept any pain I feel today as a part of my own beauty?
Anonymous. Today's Gift: Daily Meditations for Families (Hazelden Meditations). Hazelden Publishing. Kindle Edition.
I have had many losses in my life. As painful as they were, those losses taught me to appreciate what I now have, and they also helped me emphasize those who have been in my shoes.