Untangling a knot that is my life the knot becomes my teacher. Gathering the threads into one, unraveling the closed up space a glimmer of light surfaces between strands. The needle that is sharp at dawn might be broken by dusk. The thread that is straight today doesn’t know it’ll be knotted tomorrow. The knot that is tangled today could be woven into gold ten years from now. That is why I thread the needle, honoring the odds, steadying my arms, softening my breath, working the knot. TRUSTING.

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