threads in my life
Threads in my life.
I braid the threads together like a weaver creates a blanket.
Each strand represents a different aspect of life. Each color is represents a feeling. Some colors show up more than others.
The practice is using the threads of hope and heartbreak to create my own way of being, and expressed in my art.
Life and death are one thread,the same line viewed from different sides Lao Tzu
Parents are like shuttles on a loom. They join the threads of the past with threads of the future and leave their own bright patterns as they go. Fred Rodgers
hope and heartbreak
Hope and heartbreak, beauty and pain, suffering and joy.
The word pairing could go on. What if we learned that contradictions can be true at the same time. Knowing hope and heartbreak without judgement and can happen at the exact same moment.
For inspiration listen to the recent podcast with author Katie DiCamillo with Krista Tippett about hope and heartbreak.
On Being interview with Katie Dicamillo – For the eight year in you
uncovering our roots
Uncovering our roots will reveal the good and bad, joy, pain and the messiness of birth and death.
What we carry forward is comes through our roots. The thread of the past seems to always weave into our own stories. The color red when worn is supposed to represent power. Maybe it’s really pain disguised as power and so maybe we all should wear red when our hearts are broken so others know. Everyone in the world would have to wear bit of red on every single day.
allowing clarity
It seems to me clarity only comes when we’re willing to take time to pause and pausing take practice. (practice pausing) That could be a moment, one minute, a day, months or even years.
So I show up and try to be present and know what I treasure.
Allowing clarity.
Clarity comes when I’m ready.
time to rest
Knowing when it’s time to rest takes practice. Letting the storm clouds pass takes practice. Taking a moment to sit takes practice. Allowing yourself to take in a long slow breath takes practice. Now I’m following the rhythm of my life.