Threads of Understanding

Threads of Understanding

It is frightfully clear that
I don’t get what life is all about.
But there are threads of understanding
That I sometimes see in the
Tapestry that is my existence.   

Now and again, a thread is gold colored, and the
Clarity of my comprehension is shining bright. 
Every so often one shows up as purple, for healing,
Mine, or someone else’s. 
But in truth, most of the time I don’t see
Any specific strand at all.

Generally, these lines of insight
Are woven so tightly
With the multi-colored fibers of what I think and
What other people tell me, that
There is no real distinct
Definition in the weaving. 

And just when I do get gossamer
Of understanding,
It goes away. The line that I follow with my
Mind’s eye gets lost in the warp and the woof
Of the weaving that is me.    

Ephemeral threads of understanding.  Extraordinary,
When I see exquisite patterns,
Frustrating, when I see complicated tangles.

Susan Patterson

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Threads of Understanding  Audio

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A bit of explanation...

This poem, of course, is a commentary about how little we humans know, even though we want total knowledge of our purpose and path for our life.  We long to see a reason for everything.  When we do, or think we do, it is so very satisfying.  When we do not, there is such a sense of confusion.  Do you agree?  skp

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Just a little something else...

I know many beautiful and intelligent women.  By the time you get to be my age, most women have figured out how to be smart and/or beautiful, in at least one or more capacities.  That ability should come with age.  I’m glad it does.  There are two such friends of mine, a little younger than I, blond, beautiful, smart and, of course, very competent.  Both are outstanding cooks.  Men drool just talking about the meals they prepare.  And, men talk about their cooking a lot.  Isn't that special?  I have been to dinner at both of their homes.  And on separate occasions, while their guests were gorging on perfect home made pies, each of them looked off into the air and sighed,  “I can bake.”  It was analogous to a teenage girl sighing, “I’m in love.”  I could only stare in agreement… with my mouth full. 

Now comes me.  I can bake… some.  It’s in my genes, but not in practice at my home.  I’m not dedicated.  But I have my ways.  One is Brown Bread in a can.  Do you know about it?  I had forgotten about it until I was at tea at another friend’s house.  (She too is one of those fabulous cooks.)  She served these great little sandwiches made with Brown Bread in a can.  They were absolutely delicious.  So, here is a little something… try Brown Bread in a can, made by B & M baked Bean Company since 1867 or there abouts.  You will find it in the grocery store, next to their baked beans. 

The bread is baked right in the can.  It is made with all natural ingredients, cholesterol free, low in fat and sugar, and tastes wonderful. You just open both ends of the can, push the bread out, slice and eat.  You can, of course, put on toppings such as whipped cream cheese, but plain is great as well.  Brown Bread in a can, yes ladies, it will make you beautiful and smart all at the same time.   skp