By self-guided I mean just that. The gate is opened for you and it is up to you to find your way back. There is no time limit. There is no way-finding signage. There is no tour guide, or even someone to look after the onlookers. I suppose a tour guide wouldn’t help much as the noise level is so high that you couldn’t make out what they were saying anyway. You are allowed to wander pretty much anywhere: through hall where they spin the thread, where the double it, and then spool it, and unspool it and then spool it again. I actually have no idea what all they do to silk, but there are web-like threads of silk whirring and spinning though a number of different machines.
Life can be loud and dirty-- filled with “too much to do” and covered in all the little messes we make for ourselves. Not enough quiet time and peaceful relaxation. For me, I often feel like I’m throwing handfuls of wispy nothingness into my life’s loom, praying that I haven’t knotted the threads too badly. My “wispy nothingness” is my actions, thoughts, and deeds some which I deem inconsequential, others I silently (or not so silently) boast about. Through the loom they go. From my perspective it is messy. Unattractive. Pathetic, even. But as I look through the marching shuttles and gears, I am confident that the One who threaded my life’s loom is the One who knows exactly what beautiful and intricate design would come from all my nothingness. To Him it is not pathetic or unattractive, and that’s all that really matters. It is not my “wispy nothingness” that should take credit for my life’s cloth, but my Lord and Savior. To Him be all the glory.