Weaving
Once upon a time on a very warm summer day, a girl decided to take up weaving. She looked up things on pinterest. Warps, and wraps, wefts and bobbins and looms oh my!! So much stuff! Stuff everywhere as far as the eye can see.
Now this girl, she had other things that she did too. First, she painted, a lot. All the time with a paint brush or an idea for something. Second, if she was inside, she would sew things. Presents or gifts, decorations, clothes, all kinds of things. If she wasn’t doing one of these things she could be found writing poetry, walking the dog or taking care of the house and its inhabitants.
Now taking care of a house and the inhabitants meant the girls daughter, her mother and father, and four cats. As the dog lives outside he doesn’t technically count as an inhabitant. There is cooking and cleaning and feeding to be done. All day every day. Every. Blessed. Day. No days off. Contrary to popular opinion, you don’t get to do whatever you want when you get older. Because there are these things called responsibilities. Now remember that this girl has people, places, and things to take care of. They require work, every day. So, she had to manage her task.
Managing task is a lot like weaving. This task weaves over the other task and under that one. Just like that. Breakfast goes over painting and under grocery shopping for example. Sewing under weaving and over painting and back under poetry.

Sometimes when the girl needs to recharge she would go outside. Her house is on five acres. So, she has lots of woods to play in. Going outside and playing in the woods is good for the girl’s mind. She goes a lot less mad when she has outside to play in. Often, she will take pictures of whatever she finds outside. Grass, flowers, trees, and leaves. Fallen logs, wilting flowers, and falling leaves, all feeding the grass to grow the flowers, tress and leaves.
If you let it (any it will do, just pick one), it will take over your life. The girl could not let it do that. She had to make things or her head got full and she felt like she was going mad. Now all these creative things come into play because they make a lot of mess and scraps. The girl decided to use those scraps and see what she could make with them. So far, the girl has made two things weaving scraps. But she is learning. The learning is what counts.
The girl can make all kinds of things from scraps and tatters. Rugs, place mats, hot pot holders, a life even. If you are patient, find the threads, and are willing to learn. You can make anything. Yes, even a life. Now if you remember the girl had a daughter to take care of. Parents also. Each one a thread in her life. The cats and the dog also threads. Even the house and the land are threads.
Learning means doing, and doing means growing, and growing means more. The more you learn, the more you do, the more you grow. It’s an inevitable bloody cycle. The girl, she learned about cycles a long time ago. The cycle never ends. It can’t end. If it ends everything comes apart.
While the cycle can’t end it can rest. Part of the learning happens in the resting. Resting is just as important as every other part of the weaving process in the tapestry of life. It just so happens to be the over looked part. Try not to overlook it while weaving your life tapestry.
The girl is learning that. The learning is what counts. It never ends it only rest.