The Way It Is There's a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn't change. People wonder about what you are pursuing. You have to explain about the thread. But it is hard for others to see. While you hold it you can't get lost. Tragedies happen; people get hurt or die; and you suffer and get old. Nothing you can do can stop time's unfolding. You don't ever let go of the thread. - William Stafford
Describe the thread you follow with its mystical potential.
Show its weave in colors. Does it thunder? Will it spark imagination with lightning?
Add a scent like the earth cleansed by rain.
Consider how it entangles or trips you at times.
How does humor run through it?
Do you share it?