textures

i have this thing with tapestry, the woven nature of it all... the idea that there are these independent items that can be visually transformed into a cohesive embroidered textile. with handiwork, all this material that separately had individual make-up, color & feel, can make a cohesive design if you look at it from far enough away.

a couple of weeks ago i was tooling around west palm beach with some out of town friends. while exploring, i noticed some patterns with unique consistency. i snapped some shots which instantly began to story out some abstract thoughts i was having about how the circumstances of our lives fit together.

a texture is something composed of closely interwoven elements, made up of substances & each of those substances have identifying characteristics.

as i stared at the patterns, shapes & things, the unwinding began...


as humans, i think we have a natural proclivity to want to mark acute beginnings & endings. yet, it is often only in the end where we can truly begin. while situations themselves do begin & end, what we experience and how we experience it, yield ongoing influence on our unfolding lives. in the moment, we don't always see all the interdependencies. there is a great challenge to be present in the moment, full of faith for all that is not yet seen...

i have been trying to make sense of some things surrounding my grandfather’s death… i love that we can wrestle with the stitch and look back in time to see how it was a component of something bigger.
i prefer winter & fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape. something waits beneath it; the whole story doesn't show. andrew wyeth

there is a texture to who we are. perhaps the darker experiences don’t just get erased. perhaps we need to engage the difficulty & not make it something it isn't yet. because just maybe redemption is not so much about forgetting, putting on a veneer or holding on with white knuckles... perhaps it’s about courage to let go, enough patience and faith to believe that in spite of an individual circumstance, something breathtaking is being constructed. and so, our own tapestry is not marked by one color or a single substance.
yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. it is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, &, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity. thomas merton