My Voice

The yarn is a huge mass of tangles and threads I am not wanting to unravel. I realize the layers feeling flooded with uncertainty. But I look at this yarn, its frenzy of fibers, its simultaneous coarseness and delicacy and I can see the piece it will become. I feel the good, the positive, the yes. So I let go enough to venture into that mass of knots and tangles. All I see are pink and intersecting threads. Up and around and under I follow this trail. I trust it. Deciding and acting, it chooses its path. Finally there's light, a smoothed out skein of color just like before.