Time is a measure of life, coiled about a spool and unraveling as we strive to complete the tapestry of ourselves. It will be a portrait of who we are and of how we become what we are. The thread will unravel and only stop at death.

What kind of tension will you maintain in that thread? Will you let it unravel and let it lie in wasted loops at your feet because you have no story to tell, or will you keep the tension tight between spool and needle because you have so much to tell?

No spool of thread is perfect. There will be kinks and knots. Sometimes you will be able to straigthen these, and other times you will have to let them be. And if you let the spool run wild, the thread becoming an unmaneageable tangle, then you must decide to cut the thread, and start again.

But, the wonder of this tapestry lies in having others guide your needle. And when your time comes, include these others. Your tapestry is part of theirs, and theirs part of yours.