The word thread comes from the Latin filum, which also gives rise to the word queue.
As I entered the queue of Life, I followed those in front of me who organized my loom of Life: my parents, my teachers...
They gave me the thread!
Not knowing what I was going to weave, I went looking for patterns, copying fashions, embarrassing threads…
And in my afflicted-youth, I was in a great hurry to weave Life, so I cut queues and skipped many stitches…
Then everything came undone and I had to do all the work again on this great loom of God.
And many times, it also happened that I was distracted from the work of weaving my life.
Then the line of Life walked and I stood still…
Already today, in maturity, I reorganize my skeins, my sewing threads, recycle fabrics, patch my stories.
The scissors accompany me. There are always lines left and some seams are poorly done…
I've spent days unraveling seams!
Eventually, I became the weaver of this fabric called My Life.
Fabric is what is woven. Which was made on the loom. Warped, prepared, combined.
Woven is that which is conveniently and creatively arranged, ordered, appropriated.
It has shapes, it has colors, it has wisdom, it has a sense of the whole.
The fabric of Life, produced between threads and rows, works like this: it organizes, disorganizes, walks, stops, dismembers, turns, crosses distances, unites people, separates others, welcomes new members, loses so many others...
The fabric of Life is very dynamic.
And in order not to lose the thread, we must remember that Life is always hanging by a thread!!
Text written by: Psychologist - CRP 04/7521 Systemic Family Psychotherapist (Brazil) Training in Psychogenealogy (Italy)
