And so it weaves...

S A C R E D  T H R E A D ... wrapped six times around my wrist by the priest at the Durga Temple in Varanasi. The thread itself at the time vibrantly orange and red now faded and slowly wearing down. Yet the transmission of that moment keeps weaving its magic.

Through all our lives there runs a thread. The unbroken flow moment to moment which weaves us through our journeys. Sometimes hidden and we feel lost, unable to make sense of things and unsure of how to move forwards. Other times the patterns and shapes so clear, a sense of being pulled towards our destiny fully aligned. 

As long as I can remember I’ve had a sense of this weaving. Even before I had words to describe it. Even in the midst of my most chaotic and confused years much before I came to any kind of spiritual practice. Somehow even through the lack of any faith I had an underlying trust that through it all there was a thread running through which would somehow be revealed. 

And now so grateful for those moments of recognition. Ah, yes, it makes sense - this is exactly what I have been prepared for. I still ride the flow between revelation and confusion. Of course, this is the pulsation of life. But somehow the moments when the thread becomes clear seem closer to the surface now. The tapestry of the whole glimmering a bit more brightly. Most of all my trust deepening day by day.