What are you weaving on your loom today?
How tense are the threads you hold?
Are you alone?
Or with company?
The cloth you weave is of your choosing.
Patience is key.
Love will guide you to the pattern of your heart.
Fear will plant doubts.
The shuttle will lose its path.
or with your beloved
weave a peaceful harmony
of breath, body and soul.
The loom knows its rhythm:
Threads know their purpose.
They wear their hearts on their sleeves
nothing to hide or be ashamed of
ready to dye
in all colours of life
whatever they may be.
Open and empty
waits the space
(where the cloth will be)
to be filled
with life's surprises
happy and not so happy.
You are the weaver of your destiny.
What are you waiting for?
The words above are by no means a lesson or a lecture or gyan (wise words). They came to the page willingly after I'd spent a good half an hour staring at the blank screen.
I kept hitting a wall today when I first sat down to write this post--no seriously, I'm not just saying it because wall begins with a W. Trust me.
So, I decided to go through a few pictures of my recent travels to help me unclog the writing. Weavers of Kutchch helped. I started editing a few photos to post under W and before you know it, the post patterned up.
We visited Dharam Patola Art in February this year.
These photos were clicked in their home, where the lady of the house and her husband weave side by side,
a stole each.
What I didn't do today,
is what I usually do most mornings
when I sit with my cup of tea at my kitchen table--
I open Rumi.
After I'd typed all this, I did do what I usually do every morning--
Opened up to Rumi.
And guess what he said?
What do you do when creative juices seize to flow?