Following the golden thread woven throughout my life, I’ve come to understand that I live and I die by the choices I make. To sell my soul for anything short of fulfillment is a form of insanity. At what point do I stop bowing and start railing against the typhoon which will surely kill me? I will die anyway, so why not wave my tattered flag against the gale force winds? It’s daunting, and all but impossible, but I cannot think of a finer way to die.
Following the golden thread woven throughout my life, I’ve come to understand that I am a butterfly struggling to emerge from its chrysalis, and if I don’t make it out soon, I will die never having even spread my wings. Perhaps that is to be my journey. If so, is that okay?
Following the golden thread woven throughout my life, I’ve come to understand that reality and I create each other in equal measure: it’s a symbiotic partnership, and we keep each other honest. Taking responsibility for my role in the creation of heartache and devastation empowers me to either align with them or make a different choice. Either way, heartache and devastation break open, revealing the diamond hidden within.
As I’ve followed the golden thread woven throughout my life, the depth of despair has been transformed by the light of awareness and become a mountain peak with a stunning vista. Above all, I’ve come to understand that heartache and despair, joy and celebration, illusion and liberation, are woven from a single golden thread.