The Tapestry of Life

Our lives are many strings all working in harmony with each other to make the tapestry of human existence. Each individual thread is needed to compliment and make harmony with the rest of the threads of human existence. My thread, I like to imagine, is a silvery multi-colored braided soft cotton thread, marking it's way brightly through the tapestry. Other threads fit snugly next to it, my mom's dark purple strong, yet soft, leather piece, my sister's bright yellow and orange. These individual pieces all have to work together to make one beautiful tapestry, and even if they get a little tangled at times, or sometimes one or another gets cut, there is always a way that the tapestry of humankind makes it through.
I feel that my particular life weaving has been a little small lately. Mostly my mom and I have been spending time with each other and our two doves and the cat. I wake up in the morning and each morning moves like molasses. Comfortable and smooth, I eat my breakfast either of oatmeal or pancakes, then I take a little time to work on a knitting project left lying on the couch. Grey small purse, almost finished. Later I warm my computer up and the old machine starts buzzing and humming like a beehive full of happy bees. A large glass of water placed on my desk to drink during cracks in the writing process along with some crumpled tissues and books from the latest project I'm working on. I apply myself to the projects and check up on my www.43things.com account. Then there's a pause for casual lunch with my mom as she has a break from work. Then writing till evening, with TV shows strewn between.
Thursday is my favorite night: Ugly Betty and Grey's Anatomy. There's also the new Armed and Famous on CBS, on Tuesday evening. They get in the most unimaginable escapades and almost make me want to be a cop. I appreciate how Trish Stratus really is there for the people and shows the people how to make-up and that little things, which are material, aren't as important as the people themselves. That is impressive to me, because there aren't many cops out there who are just there for the people. They have macho ideas of what it is to be a cop, and it is a tough job. I believe that along with gun training and self-defense, cops should also go through sensitivity training where they learn how too be sensitive to the people around them and be considerate of the people they are aiming to serve. Tiny little thing which can be of no value to the people in authority to give out may mean the world to those under them. Being a police officer should not just be to serve and protect, but also to care.
Their strings shouldn't be wrapped around other strings, strangling them, but set to guide other strings into their proper places. There should be psycological counseling in jails for those who need it, programs put in place to rehabilitate those who are lost in the dregs of society, those who can't make it on their own. That's obviously why they are there. They don't have a social consciousness that the middle and upper class have had installed in them, they don't have the opportunities. We should make a point to give them the opportunities that we have been so graciously given. Take our power and use it for good. I want to fight to expand my small life and work to give other these opportunities. Make the tapestry of life that much brighter.