There is not one thread of life that is not connected to another. Not one. All is interconnected. A thread is woven and unseen. It may take a year or ten or a thousand before that thread is seen again. There are no dropped stitches in life. A seed planted years ago will sprout and spread new seeds of itself. A remarkable quilt is being woven, ever continuing, never-ending.
There is not one call that is not answered. There are many calls that have been answered and the answer unheard and the answer unseen. A callback will crop up again in one way or another until the weaving is seen and so progress is made.
There is not one connection that is left unconnected.
All threads are picked up.
Once noted, the thread can be knotted. That thread can reach its conclusion. The quilt it is a part of continues. New threads are started, and new connections are made, yet the old ones remain with the quilt. Their presence is there, yet that thread is done. It keeps to itself now. It lies in the snow, content to lie there. It has served its purpose.
The jaws of life finish with many threads. They are bitten off, and a knot is tied. This happens many times.
Although you may be old, your childhood isn't finished until the thread is cut. You may think that your childhood has created you. Do you forget that I did?
The woven quilt appears all at once. It was woven in stitches, and yet it is all of one piece today. The quilt is unfinished, and yet each day it is completed. That row is over, and now begins a new day and new colors and new stitches and a new winding.
The quilt is huge now. You can cover yourself with it, but only with a part of it, any part you want. You can lie under the color you like. You can pick and choose. You can lie under blue for the sky, or you can lie under blue for the sea, or a blue silk dress you once had. You can have pistachio ice cream for green.
You can lie on top of the quilt if you like. You can fold it up and put it away if you like, and yet the quilt continues being woven. It cannot stop. It will burst from the closet. It is like yeast.
You are a stitch in this quilt, and you are the knitter of it. The knitting needles move under your fingers or not. You can drop the needles, but not the stitches. The quilt project is ongoing.
There is a quilting bee, for everyone joins in. You cannot leave the quilting bee.
This communal quilt grows in every direction. It reaches everywhere. It reaches the galaxies known and unknown. It reaches the bottom of the sea and inside the Earth. There is nowhere this communal quilt does not reach. When you look at this quilt, when you really look at it, you are amazed.
You may have been looking at one corner of the quilt, and now you look up and are dazzled by all of it, the lengths it goes to, the plushness of it, the shades and shapes of stitches going in and out and each one connected to every other and not one stitch dropped.
Can you find the stitches of this quilt that you have woven? Can you find them? It doesn't matter. They are there, and other stitches will be built upon them. Each generation is represented, and each generation is united with all. This is Eternity, beloveds, always itself, and yet beautifully woven in many hues.