My house arrest (aka recovery) has left me with a lot of time to be with my family... a giant blessing that I am incredibly thankful for. I think that every day here brings lessons teaches me more thank any given week in college. I also have some downtime (aka facebook time) and when I was looking at my friend's profile, I saw this poem that I then shamelessly stole. It is so my life right now... both physically (living among weavers bring a lot of thread and questions) and symbolically.
There's a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn't change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain to them about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can't get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time's unfolding.
You don't ever let go of the thread.
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