The Red Thread Unraveled

Unravel I pulled the red thread, watched it unravel. I sought connections as stitches parted. I found none as thread pooled on cold gravel. Row by row came undone. Brokenhearted, I grabbed a spool and wound the thread back up. The pattern’s unraveled; the picture’s gone. What meaning I meant to find is bound up in the thread I wind until it’s all gone, and I’m left with a spool of bright red thread. I hold possibilities in my hand. New patterns to sew, stitches to try, thread spooled and waiting–I grab a needle, stand tall, boldly stitch a new design, and find the meaning … Continue reading The Red Thread Unraveled