Life’s tapestry, threads untold,
Some are silver, some are gold.
Woven tight, yet sometimes frayed,
Memories that never fade.

Caught in the act. Squirrel pinching nuts from parkland. Every city needs a park. A green place of quiet and contemplation. A place where we can experience something of the natural world in our busy city lives. Getting out into nature is a deeply healing experience. Strengthening the soul and giving powerfully personal confidence in self not gained anywhere else. Being with animals, involved in the wild. Revives an ancient knowing and belonging. A powerful need to be free to follow our heart and win over any adversary. My little squirrel owns his world and braves all comers to lead the dance.

Catherine Kay Greenup

Threads of Gold

Memories that never fade.

Life’s tapestry, threads untold,
Some are silver, some are gold.
Woven tight, yet sometimes frayed,
Memories that never fade.



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