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.