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What is the story that you tell of the threads that you have left in life?

In this story, I invite you to look with optimism and purpose for your life. By listening to it and letting the images grow alive, you will be nourishing your inner world with subsidies that can make all the difference in moments of choice.

Like the tailor of the story, my wish is that you and I can question, see and act on what we can best do at the moment and in the end, pass on what we live through the story we tell. So with great pleasure Contoterapia presents you…

The Tailor

A tailor was once asked to make a suit for a wealthy gentleman. When the costume was completed, the gentleman was delighted with it and told the tailor that he could keep the remaining fabric. ⁠

The tailor was elated! He didn't always have a chance to make the clothes he needed and thought to himself.

⁠ “Hmm, what is the best use I can make of this material?” ⁠

So he took his measuring tape and measured and cut, and measured and cut, and measured and cut, then threaded the needle and sewed and sewed until he made a good vest. ”

He used it here, used it there, used it everywhere.

For days, weeks and months, until it started to wear out. ”

"Too bad," he thought. "I loved this vest, maybe there is something else I can do with it?"

So he took his measuring tape and measured and cut, and measured and cut, and measured and cut, then he threaded the needle and sewed and sewed to make a nice bow tie.

He used it here, used it there, used it everywhere.

For days, weeks and months, until it started to wear out. ”

"Too bad," he thought. "I loved this bow tie - well, maybe there is something else I can do with it?"

Then he took his measuring tape and measured and cut, and measured and cut, then threaded the needle and sewed and sewed until it became a nice little button.

He used it here, used it there, used it everywhere.

For days, months and weeks, it started to wear out. ”

"Too bad," he thought. "I loved that little button, but now it's just a thread, maybe there's something else I can do with it?"

I know, ”he said.

"I'm going to make this into a story."

And he did.

 

Hugs,
Anna Rossetto

Contotherapy

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