The wind shifts in the loom of the sky
Propelled back and forth the pick flies
The past present and future
One warp thread
One weft thread
Repeated
Until we poor weavers have completed the cloth
There is no unpicking of time
The finished work stands when we fall
Our lives defined in woven lines
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Well said and profound. Love it. I can see that as the beginning of a truly epic story.
You take it from here Eugene!
Lorna,
You’ve beautifully woven this piece of writing! It will withstand till the end of time! Awesome...I like it a lot! I agree with AP...a great write, quote, and song choice!
~Laura~
Thank you Laura........little Cyndi has certainly grown up! Remember her when her hair stood on end and she was all colors of the rainbow! It was a hard choice - the older or younger version? Now she sings this with great emotion since she probably knows more about loss........
Yes, I remember the girl from Astoria, Queens! She’s something else! I loved her then and I love her now! Have you seen Kinky Boots? Her music for this play is phenomenal!
Oh I love Kinky Boots! I only saw the movie but just loved - so much fun. Didn't know she wrote the music - makes me want to see it again.....
A fine write Lorna. You warping or wefting just now?!
I'm huffing and puffing....... stuck my nose outside to see if it had warmed up enough to go out and rake but I'll wait a few more hours.........
A gem of a read about time allotted for weaving what we ourselves turn out to be - - expertly formed and woven Lorna.
Happy Sunday Fay - thank you!
There is no unpicking of time - great line in a super write Lorna.
Ta Michael.......
delicately stupendous!
I've never been stupendous before! Thank you!
Very good write Lorna, time is endless.
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