The image of the weave, of the woven tapestry, carpet or blanket tells a story. What story are we telling ourselves every day? What are we punctuating our designs with? Have we woven in boundaries to contain the flow of life or have we boxed ourselves into a tiny unbreathable space.

The image of the weave, of the woven tapestry, carpet or blanket conjures up pictures of a maker, a creater the weave and of the patterns that the maker weaves. Does it imply that at some level there is an order or design that the maker has in mind, or a pattern that is being worked to?

Is it possible that the weave creates itself as it happens, in response or reaction to the last stitches or threads woven into place?

Are the woven threads the choices that we make under the cloud of the restrictions we impose on ourselves through lack of knowing our true size?

Boundaries are what we choose to weave our designs with. We are the makers, lets change our patterns into more beautiful ones, patterns and designs that fill our lives with blessings that we create.

I used to say, " I can only do what I can only do." Generally in response to being exhausted.

Now I can say, " I can only do what ONLY I CAN do!"

This statement, ONLY I CAN, not only reminds me that:

No one else is going to do it for me, rescue me from myself and any lack of SENSE OF SELF. 

But the statement, 'ONLY I CAN' reminds me that ONLY I, have the qualities, talents, abilities, learning,expressions, experiences, thoughts, feelings and understandings that are unique to me and     'ONLY I' can express them and expand through them.