I love the language of Carol King's "Tapestry":
"My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue, an everlasting vision of the ever-changing view, a wondrous woven magic in bits of blue and gold, a tapestry to feel and see, impossible to hold."
How very much has that tapestry been my life.....still is. Like any magical, woven work, sometimes it unravels, either intentionally or accidentally, and re-weaving has to be done. Thank God, we get the opportunity to correct some of our mistakes. The fabric is always stronger for the re-working and it develops a sort of patina that only loving hands dispensing goodness and mercy can achieve.
The single greatest influence in my life has been my friend, Robert. I am certain he has no idea that this is so and might even argue the point, but he would lose that argument. He is a man of intellect, sensitivity, artistic talent, understanding, patience, compassion, tenderness, humor, insight and gentleness. What I have both gained and lost through him and because of him are the things that forged me into a woman with a limitless compassion, an untiring determination, an amazing understanding, an incredible thirst for knowledge, a compelling need for expression as well as the burgeoning ability to do so intelligently, a desire to be generous with my usefulness, and an unending, overwhelming love for the one man who opened a door for me so long ago and invited me through it.
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