A Fable: The Weaver’s Tale

In a village nestled at the foot of a great mountain, there lived a weaver named Lysandra. She was known for creating the most intricate and beautiful tapestries, each thread carefully chosen and woven with purpose and love. Her work was sought by all, and she spent her days weaving for the villagers, taking on the tasks of mending clothes, making blankets, and weaving gifts for those in need.

Yet, as the years passed, Lysandra became overwhelmed. The threads of her life began to tangle, her days rushed and fragmented, her mind scattered across a thousand tasks. While she crafted beautiful works for others, she hardly noticed the beauty in her own life. She often forgot to enjoy her meals, rushing through them, or skipped her walks in the meadow, too busy to notice the changing colours of the seasons.

One fine afternoon, a traveller arrived in the village, a figure cloaked in a robe of shimmering threads that glowed softly in the sunlight. She paused as she passed Lysandra’s home and watched her weave. There was a weariness in Lysandra’s movements, as if her mind was elsewhere, even as her hands worked tirelessly. The traveller walked up to Lysandra’s door and knocked.
Flustered and busy Lysandra asked the woman her business.

“I have watched you weave and you weave with skill, but your spirit seems scattered,” the…