Tapestries of Hope

What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.

--Pericles

This quote resonated with me today in a way that allowed my heart to flourish. I recently have left behind a part of my life that maybe wasn't meant to be left behind. I am slowly but surely realizing that what was left behind may have been just the thread weaving a pattern that allowed the lives of others to cross stitches. It is never easy leaving a path, that was not even clear while one was walking it. Over the course of the last year...again...my heart and soul question the woven texture of the fabric that directed the way.

Then there is the clay...which symbolizes the way that we are molded. It takes precision to mold the perfect coffee mug...and trust that it delicacy will shine through it's perfect rough edges. Then again the rough edges tell a story of their own...it states that though it is delicate, it could weather the storms and create a character all of it's own.

In these moments, I find myself bypassing the delicate side of life...to become involved with the character that is captured by the rough edges that encompass the growth of our lives.

Each one of us has a pattern that is woven to perfection. There may be tattered or frayed edges , but the pattern in the center never changes, nor the stitches that were crossed come undone. The effect that something or someone has upon one isn't always about our growth, but theirs. We are people weaving tapestries of hope to those who are refined and full of life, so that once the tapestry is complete the lives woven together are not left behind...but apart of the wheel of faith that keep the thread spinning.

When the life of one closes or a chapter in life is left behind ...the tapestry of their life continues because the threads of their soul are woven within you.