Everywhere there are frays in once was a society whose fabric was tightly woven. Neighbors knew neighbors, a handshake carried weight.

Children were taught that “please” and “thank you” mattered. 

Disagreements occurred around the dinner table but still left room for the grace of allowing for differing opinions to matter. This is where our younger generations learned how to interact… how to mend.

Today though, it seems that these tightly woven fabrics that were the makings of security and safety have become threadbare, torn, tattered and then discarded. The many threads that made up a seamless cloth that wrapped communities together are not meant to remain torn apart but to be mended in various ways.

Lack of civility and patience have caused so much of these threads that made up the whole of society to become irreparable.

BUT we’re still a generation that recalls those lessons we learned from our Elders  who taught us that small tears were the easiest to repair before the wrapping ripped apart entirely.

We had to learn how to thread that needle…to take care in choosing just the right thread to mend completely and then to sit back and share the pride we felt in completing the task. Discarding would definitely not have felt as rewarding. 

Every individual can and should be a part of the fabric of life that makes up our society…If kindness is chosen over contempt, conversation over accusation, and service over self-interest then that fabric of life can be maintained as it was designed.

We may not be able to repair every tear in the fabric of society…but everyday we’re given another opportunity to make one stitch count.

Perhaps we can reframe the issues before it’s too late and be able to take pride in being a part of the result.