Edgar Stafford wrote of his poetry, "I have woven a parachute out of everything broken." It reminds me of the 100 year-old rag rugs my mom and sister, Freda, have in their home. Broken and torn pieces of fabric, woven together by loving hands, have withstood time, dirt, and crushing feet. They are strong, durable, and beautiful.
Bianca Sparacino wrote a book entitled, The Strength of Our Scars." One of the phrases that epitomize the book's title is, "Some of the kindest souls I know have lived in a world that was not so kind to them."
Parachutes of broken pieces, rugs of discarded rags, and kindness made from scars. And yet...you fill in the rest.
Thanks for listening.
