There was once a beautiful city in the North of the North, with a rocky castle and fine stone houses. The people of the city were many and prosperous, but there were also those who were poor and felt excluded. And the people toiled at many different things and in many different groups.

Living amongst the people was a weaver, and the weaver was known for working with imagination, and with spirit, and with care. People would come to the weaver and ask him to work with them. “Weaver,” they would say, “we are falling apart.” Or “Weaver, we are like separate threads in a bunch. Can you help?”

And the weaver would sit with the group, and they would strengthen the threads that held them together. And with him they would choose their yarn, or decide the pattern of their cloth. And afterwards they would say “Thank you. It’s been magic to have you here, but we’re OK on our own now.” And the weaver would say “Thank you. It’s been magic working with you, and I’ll leave you to it!”

Matthew Haggis