Dance (like life), as it unfolds in real time, is like viewing the backside of a tapestry. It appears to be nothing more than a jumble of thread – tangles, frayed, occasionally knotted, and seemingly random. Nothing really makes sense. It’s no wonder people lose heart, give up, and abandon their commitments. But things are not always what they seem.
It’s only when you turn a tapestry over that you see the art: the rich colors, the texture, and the patterns that can make a tapestry a thing of astonishing beauty.
No thread of experience – good or bad – is wasted. When it APPEARS to be that way, we just have to remind ourselves that we are simply looking at the backside of a tapestry.
“Its substance was known to me. The crawling infinity of colours, the chaos of textures that went into each strand of that eternally complex tapestry…
Every intention, interaction, motivation, every colour, every body, every action and reaction, every piece of physical reality and the thoughts that it engendered, every connection made, every nuanced moment of history and potentiality, every toothache and flagstone, every emotion and birth and banknote, every possible thing ever is woven into that limitless, sprawling web.
It is without beginning or end. It is complex to a degree that humbles the mind. It is a work of such beauty that my soul wept…
…I have danced with the spider.”