The Fates

Moirai

Clotho

Lachesis

Atropos

The threads were being spun long before you were born. The shape of your life and all its colours, light and shade measured out by the fates. Lengths and lengths of silk that are your stories and memories ready for you to drape around your shoulders. One spins, one measures and one cuts. Spin, measure, cut. Moth-like in the darkness of decision. Measuring your life and mine. The cut can be sharp and clean or it can fray as it reaches edge becoming thinner and more fragile. The threads together make the great tapestry of humankind on earth rich with colour and experience. I am so glad for my thread and the way it ties together with yours.