Monday, October 25, 2010

Monday 25, 2010 --Sunday Scribbings:#238


Curious

It is the ball,
I want to unravel
I am curious to see
what it is made of?

I find the end of a string
And I pull --
It unravels a little,
I just can't resist
I pull another,

What will I find?
What is the ball made of?
There is no solution,
Except to pull
Another string,

Until it is all unwound,
Completely dismantled,
All is disentangled,
The answer is clearly seen
And now I know.......

The riddle is solved
The answer is before me.




Years ago, I bought three tiny wool, handwoven blankets, they were made by a Navaho family, and now I have somewhere, misplaced the receipt, that had their name on it? I am thinking about those little blankets, because they would unravel a woven wool cloth, and separate the yarn in order to get the thread to weave the new tiny blankets. The tiny finished blankets are amazing.

It is so much like a problem, we set for ourselves and we must unravel the problem, before we can construct the new idea.

(About the image I posted: It has nothing to do with anything, except it is where I am, here in New Mexico. On this morning the sky appeared different. It appeared so heavy, it seemed it would fall. Very different than the sunny days we usually have here.)

8 comments:

Other Mary said...

This one made me smile; thanks.

Brian Miller said...

nice. i like unraveling things....and your unraveled beautifully...smiles.

Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...

that's super magical.
well written work.

Elizabeth said...

Annell, I love this. I have been an unraveller for many years. Use to do it with yarn or string. Now do it with words, sometimes other things. One of my blog sites is called Unraveling. Great idea and thought provoking as well. Congrats.

Elizabeth

signed...bkm said...

beautiful little blanket and the poem to accompany your love for it....lovely annell...bkm

SandyCarlson said...

So true. Thank you for this beautiful insight.

Tiaz said...

absolutely lovely.

Stafford Ray said...

Yes, we do that don't we! Unravel everything until sometimes all we have left is the story (yarn)!

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