Hang Loose

Last week I finally picked up this mess of string that had gotten extremely tangled. I thought I would begin rolling it onto a stick so I could use it in the future. I found the end and began to roll, but the harder I pulled the more knotted up it became. I tried weaving the stick through the loops, but it soon was tight again. Finally I picked up the loose ends and began to shake them in my hand. As I did, the end loosened up and I kept winding. It took awhile, but in the end I was able to shake this knotted mess loose and get it totally rewound onto the stick.

There are a number of analogies one could take from this, but I thought how much this is like our relationships. The harder we pull against each other the tighter the situation becomes. If we could just hang loose and let things shake themselves out, life would be a lot better for everyone. In a marriage there will always be knots somewhere down the line. If we could just hang loose and not take things so personally, perhaps we could find a way to untangle those knots. I realize some situations may require cutting the cord, but for most there is hope if both are willing to work at it.

Life’s knots and tangles

Need shakeups to work them out

Hang on… don’t jump ship

Ride out September’s gales

November brings Thanksgiving

Winter is coming

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

51 thoughts on “Hang Loose

  1. That tangled mess of threads looks scary, Kudos to your patience and thinking on the job that you got it back in shape. And in the process you created that lovely poem, and also provided a lovely analogy on how to keep relationships healthy. Great post and above all great learnings 💖

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  2. When you ask God to “help” you do something, I know from experience He will give you a situation to resolve. You don’t get your answer on a silver platter. I remember asking God to please give me patience, and he gave me a tangled mess of yarn. I spent hours getting the knots out and straightening the fiber strands as I had to slowly (much slower than I wanted) roll it into a ball for crochet. By the time I finished, I was mellow and rewarded with a beautiful ball of yarn. I’m thankful I saw it for what it was…a lesson.

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  3. Touching reality. I wish my life and relationships weren’t so full of knots. My string doesn’t even remember how to hang loose anymore by this point. I’m trying to teach it again and again after each failed attempt.

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