A Single Thread in a Tapestry

“A single thread in a tapestry
Though its color brightly shines
Can never see its purpose
In the pattern of the grand design”
“Through Heaven’s Eyes”, a song by Brian Soles Mitchel, Prince of Egypt.

Breathe. Deeply. This is powerful stuff. Gloriously actually. It’s great to be alive and making beautiful tapestries
There was a long time when I believed, with all my heart, that the tapestry artist, weaving this masterpiece, was of divine origin.

Now, I am convinced that, instead, this tapestry is created, for each of us, by some human, natural, bodily combination of luck, chance, coincidence, and choice.

We make our life tapestries. They are not made for us.

Photography, thankfully in my world, is one of those lovely hobbies and habits, that help weave this tapestry.

Every single picture I take, anywhere, of anything, anytime, anyplace, is a single thread in this tapestry.

And, while each individual strand of color brightly shines, the finished piece will not be ready to admire and hang, until long after I am gone.

Every face, place, and space, in this thread, is woven with love and creative intention.

In life, I don’t know why good things happen to bad people or why bad things happen to good people.

Perhaps, more aptly, per Forest Gump, “I don’t know if we have a destiny, or if we’re all just floatin’ around accidental-like on a breeze, but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happenin’ at the same time.”

I was never destined for the life I have lived because of any merit, by nature or nurture, that I developed or was born with.

My life, your life, good, bad, and ugly, is the fruit of our efforts
The threads, in my tapestry, and yours, are the result of life’s creative evolution and revolution.

We are born to live. We are born to die
In between…we sew, with endless effort and curiosity and gratitude, the threads of our life tapestries.



Jack Hollingsworth