As you may have noticed, I have a tendency to wax poetically. I like to get caught up in a thought and pick it apart through images, words, and poetry.I realized that not everyone has the time or the energy to read a post like this from me multiple times a week (and they take a bit of time to make too!) so I'm going to change it up a bit. I will be writing posts under the header Cerebral Saturday, so if you are into these little nuggets of my brain, please check them out every Saturday.
I wanted to start this week by explaining a part of my process. In every case that I can, I will use red thread. I have always been deeply inspired by the color. For about four years of my life, it was the only color for me. Now I've opened myself up a bit. But I keep going back to this bright and impassioned color. This piece I am going to share with you was one that I wrote a few years ago. But on a week like I've had this week, it is very good to remind myself. Especially when I can read it and realize I wrote it myself, so I actually do believe all this! This piece also explains my desire to use red thread.
There’s this Eastern philosophy that a red thread connects you to every influential person you will ever meet in your life. They could be half way around the world, but that thread is still there. It moves and shifts and ever changes because you are destined to meet.
Now if we really delve into this just imagine all the tangles there are in the world. How many strings overlap and how many knots there are. Do these bring us closer and in turn connect us to people that we originally were not strung to? Maybe this is the six degrees of separation everyone talks about. Maybe everyone is actually connected to everyone else because of that one lady who traveled the world and got caught in everyone's strings.
She could have come back to her small Iowan town and unknowingly joined the whole world together.
Everyone imagines their existence to be insignificant. We can’t see the great picture in front of us, no we can’t even see what we accomplished two hours ago, let alone two years ago. It’s like seeing your face all your life and you never see the changes. But one day you look and you think, “what the hell have I gone through?” A lot. Let me tell you this. You have been through a lot and don’t you dare let anyone tell you otherwise. They will try to belittle you and destroy you and break you down so badly that you will think everything you have ever done was insignificant. But you are significant. You are strong.
Just think of all the red threads you have attached at your ankle. Think of all the people that you are to meet. And just for a moment imagine that you will influence them greatly. Imagine all the good you have done and all the good that you will do. Your significance cannot be dictated by others. Your significance can only be measured by yourself.
Stop trying to keep up the standards of someone who only wants to belittle you. Don’t you dare let them say that your word and your experiences don’t matter. Never think that what you have done is of no purpose. Never allow their words to seep so deep that you can’t scrub them out of your heart. Keep your soul pure. Keep your light shining. Never give up.
With love & beauty,
Posted on a Full Moon