Struggling without ceasing.
The threads of the world hold me tight.
Like the fly in a web, made of the delicate threads of our collective dreaming. My dream a small thread within the wad of the whole.
Questing for the question that can break me free. I find my way to stillness.
What remains after all the threads dissolve into the eternal flame of the heart becoming a tapestry of unimaginable beauty.
Josephine Thomason is an artist, healer, teacher.