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.
So choose
wisely.
Patience is key.
Love will guide you to the pattern of your heart.
Fear will plant doubts.
The shuttle will lose its path.
Come
alone
or with your beloved
sit
weave a peaceful harmony
of breath, body and soul.
The loom knows its rhythm:
dhuk-dhuk-dhuk.
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?
Weave.
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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?
Sometimes it is just what you need: see how the pattern is growing!
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A lovely post. And what an interesting reading when you opened it up! Well done for obviously choosing the best words for W! W is for Watch the Wordcount as you Build a Better Blog. #AtoZchallenge.
ReplyDeleteThank you Shirley:)
DeleteI love the synchronicity in your writing and daily post from Rumi. Perfect! And your words were very eloquent and painted a perfect picture of your thoughts. Excellent! Thank you.
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Thank you Beth:)
DeleteLovely words of wisdom!
ReplyDeleteI learned weaving when I was in first grade (I went to a Waldorf school). I like crochet better, but weaving does have a certain grace and mystery to it...
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I haven't crocheted in a while. Thanks for reminding me:)
DeleteThe pictures are beautiful Arti - as is the grace with which you wrote these wise words. The Rumi post is very eloquent. Thank you!
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DeleteI love those synchronistic moments such as your Rumi quote - they feel like such delightful cosmic winks.
ReplyDeleteLovely post Arti - knowing we are weavers of our lives is such an empowering perspective, and you've expressed it beautifully. Wonderful photos as well. There's something entirely mesmerizing about watching someone weave - the rhythmic movement and the the magic of pattern.
I like the phrase: delightful cosmic winks:) Shall keep this one to use again. Thank you Deborah.
DeleteIsn't it funny how some posts seem to write themselves, while others require patience and coaxing.
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I know. Muse is often moody:)
DeleteWhen it comes to writing I am not creative at all so I decided to stop criticising myself so much and just get on with it. Hopefully I am improving.
ReplyDeleteFran, I have a diary which has these words on it: If you wish to be a writer, write! You're doing really well with just getting on with it.
DeleteWeaving is indeed a beautiful metaphor for life. Somewhat off topic - but I just adore Indian handlooms!
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I can talk about Indian handlooms any time and it's never off topic:) Love'em too.
DeleteWhen my muse refuses to assist, I take a walk on the seashore. It works every time. Beautifully written Arti.
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Thank you Keith. Walks make such wonderful therapists.
DeleteOne of my grandmothers made rugs - not as intricate as those in your beautiful post. My parents still have her loom. Perhaps someday one of the grandkids who want to take up the art.
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That'd be so great Emily. If you can, please write about and/or post pictures of your grandmother's loom and any rugs made by her. If you do, please send me a link. I'd love to read and see the pics. Cheers.
DeleteI just finished Anne Hillerman's latest, about Navajo culture. That, of course, is filled with weaving. I love reading her take on it.
ReplyDeleteCheers for the title Jacqui: I'll add it to my list.
DeleteLovely words. Like the monkeys striking the keyboard and coming up with something somehow, i type and erase, type and erase until something comes up.
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DeleteAh! a kindred typist:)
That reminds me a lot of one of my favorite poems. It's by Corrie ten Boom (or at least she's the one who I first heard it from). Corrie ten Boom was a prisoner in a concentration camp during WW2, and she often quoted the poem after she got out. It starts out with "My life is but a weaving...."
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I haven't read the poem but after reading this first line, I can't wait to read the rest.
DeleteThank you for sharing Lydia and for visiting.
Rumi's not led you down the wrong path ever Arti - loved this particular coincidence too .
ReplyDeleteI'm going to be sad you're challenge's coming to an end - but BRAVO !
Thank you Sharmila:) My dirty kitchen floor will be glad when the challenge is over. It's feeling very neglected these days:)
DeleteYour comments and visits are precious to me. I'm saving your writing for May, when I can do justice to it. Hugs. xx