Dream Weaver

My life has been a tapestry of rich and royal hue, an everlasting vision of the ever-changing view. ~ Carole King

I’m not a big fan of looking back into the past.  I prefer to focus on the present and leave the future to take care of itself.  But there are times when it’s beneficial to stop and reflect on the path that led to the current moment.

I did that recently, through a week-long vacation to the area of California where I grew up.  Like most people, my memories of growing up are a combination of good and bad, mistakes made, lessons learned.

I left California many years ago, spurred by a deep-seated desire for change, setting off on an adventure through the wilds of Texas to the culture of Chicago.  Distance and time softened the hard edges of the past, creating nostalgic sentiment for the place I used to call home.  The visit brought closure, a tying off of the ends of threads.

The journey into the past revealed a depth of memory, a rich tapestry of experience and opportunity for growth.  The adventures that followed my leaving California added perspective while broadening the view of life, love, and family.

The places I’ve lived, the people I’ve known, the things I’ve gained and lost, have all combined to create a life tapestry vibrant with color and energy.  The view has changed, each time revealing new and exciting lessons.

I think I’ll keep on weaving.

When did you last visit the past?  How is it woven into your present?


5 thoughts on “Dream Weaver

  1. My return to Massachusetts is a weird blending of past and present that I am still figuring out how to turn into a magnificent tapestry.


    • I thought of you as I scribbled out this post. I couldn’t move back to the area where I grew up…it would actually unravel my tapestry, but the experiences from my past are what give the tapestry such depth. I’m enjoying watching you weave new colors into your life.


      • I think if I had actually moved back to my hometown, I would be struggling even more. I am no longer the person I was from that time, but it always amazes me how quickly we fall back into old insecurity and patterns when we “go home.” So, while this has been a return to my past in some ways, in many others it is simply a new strand of the tapestry. I’ve always used a tapestry metaphor when describing my life. It is interesting that you have adopted one now as well.


      • I agree with your comment about the rise of insecurities and old patterns when returning home. I’ve changed and grown so much that I almost don’t recognize the person I used to be. I did get some solid closure on this trip and the tapestry analogy seemed appropriate when I looked at the way the “old” me is woven through the “new” me.


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