Joining Together

by Madeline Champagne

For most of my forty-year career, I worked at a computer screen. So the idea of a meditation meeting on a zoom screen did not conjure up for me a warm fuzzy feeling. Over the years I had never been able to discipline myself to a daily or even occasional meditation practice – so this opportunity to not do it alone eased my self-discipline. I enhanced the ambiance with a burning stick of incense. I have a glowing salt lamp beside me, and I assembled an altar area in the room which I can see behind me in my zoom image.

A while ago, a member of our Meditation Group was calling in on her phone, and said that she wished she could see the screen. I remember thinking that our zoom screen was like a patchwork quilt of beautiful faces. Then when one of the members was attending, too ill to participate but continuing to be with us every day, I pictured this patchwork quilt as a warm and comforting cover.

The screen of faces has become a special place of grace and love and gentleness and inspiration and healing. No longer do I see a patchwork quilt. I see a tapestry. The threads carry the words that are spoken from our hearts. to radiate out, and weave from each to all.

These are threads of harsh stark reality, past and present.

These are threads of affirmation, of visions and hopes.

These are threads of honesty and sincerity and open hearts.

Some threads are silky and smooth, some are textured, some are thin and brittle, some are thick and strong.

On the face of the tapestry are our images, what the world sees in a glimpse. On the back is a growing mat of uncut threads, connections made and remaining, new ones building up. There is no need to keep the back tidy – it grows organically, free and loose.

On the stark computer screen there is a tapestry. This tapestry, like each of our individual lives, is greater than the sum of its parts.

Threads of varied densities and textures and hues that make up each I and You,

and intertwine with gratitude to connect to We.

We are all the same.

We are all different.

We are woven together.

Poem by Vera Agnes

I am weaving the

tapestry of my life.

I am spinning the threads of my past,

the odd and knobbly strands, the

smooth and soft ones, it is all flowing

like silk through my hands once I sit

down at my loom.

Only when it all blends together, I can

see the unfolding pattern I was blind to

see before. When bits and pieces

seemed like bitter blocks before, they

now turn into a manifold ornament,

to enliven my life on a tapestry of


The more I weave, the more I trust.

Though sometimes I will bleed and

blister, it is inherent to the weaver’s

work and weave I must.

My tapestry is unique as yours, not

better or worse, simply mine and as my

tapestry grows, so do I.

I weave and I weep, I weave and I laugh.

I weave in darkness, I weave in light.

This weaving never ends.

Participants’ Reflections:

  • Thank you for the threads of love and the healing fibers you offer! So POWERFUL.

  • Thank you for your extraordinary words this morning.

  • It reminded me of Carolyn King’s Tapestry

  • I thought I couldn’t handle another metaphor. But the tapestry is a beautiful one, as is the patchwork quilt. I think it’s true, it’s this amalgam of all of these different threads. All different but when woven together, it’s strong. You mention the mess in the back of the tapestry. I remember seeing an exhibit of Chinese textiles from a village where the women finish the back as well as the front. It’s what we can do.

  • Thank you so very much. It made me think of th