“It’s not perfect, and that is why it is …
Perfect in its uniqueness.”
As the shroud is woven it becomes clear this is not a duplicate of any other. This one is different, there are none like it. It has been some time since the last one was created, there is a special purpose for it.
A verbal reminder of current reality sets in, unsettling and at first quite difficult to wrap thought around. Stepping back from the emotion, looking steady to see what this has triggered … a pause. Acceptance is what deflates the bubble of stubbornness which attempts to rear its head, and then an offer of assistance is given.
Regardless what goes on at this time, there is opportunity to hold firm in balance. Like singing a note, holding it in tune can sometimes be difficult. It is possible to become very good at swaying slightly to and fro, the steadiness of the minor swing keeping balance even through movement.
Perfect … with effort expended this dance shows supreme beauty. No two people dance the same, and yet all put forth very similar energies while working for this intense fine tuning.
The music which plays escapes the ear, yet it is clearly felt.