Have you ever wondered about patterns weaving everything together? Clouds, atoms and meadows blend with tears, laughter and the noise of traffic. The braying of sheep swirls around a quiet expanse of green and mixes with the sound of children playing, fire trucks scream and the wind whispers through the tall trees to remind us of home—a place where everything happens at once.
Spent a week in a waiting room, possibly hallucinating but the more I stared at the carpet and prayed, the more it began looking like our planet. My mind put together little bridges, freeways and forests right there on the filthy commercial carpet.
Obviously, I needed some rest because the carpet looked something like this….
But I saw something like this:
We are like giants standing on a
|This is carpeting. Stare at it long enough and you might see my point.|
Do we construct our life in the loom of our heart?