Back in my high school days Carole King wrote and recorded a song called "Tapestry". It began with the words, "My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue, an everlasting vision of the everchanging view." As I reflect on the tapestry of my life I see threads furnished by many people and experiences.
Of course, my parents and brothers furnished many threads, but I can think of so many who are represented in my life in ways both minute and profound. I had a dream a couple of weeks ago (I think induced by the malaria medicine I was taking at the time). In this dream there was a long bench filled with men I hadn't thought of in a long time; men who had spoken into my life at different times; men who are now dead and forgotten by all but those who were effected by relationship with them.
I awoke from the dream in a wistful mood as I recalled anecdotes from my life involving these various men. Some caused me to chuckle, some caused me to recall shame, but all were and are a part of who I am today. I am grateful to all of them.
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