Life

I gather my yarn and I collect my threads. Place them on the cold floor in a clean and organized array of colors. I am ready to start the tapestry only to find my threads tangled across the floor. I do not know how these events occurred, but now I am on the floor having to unravel every string, every thread of yarn, to rearrange them in their symphony of colors to try to start the tapestry again.

Life can be that way. Unraveling most of your life to create the beauty you are destined to create, only to find yourself tangled. You get your needle and unravel again.