There is an Eastern legend called the red thread of destiny, or fate. The myth is that there is a red string tied around the ankles of people who are destined to meet or aid each other through life in some way. It may tangle or knot, but will never unravel or become untied.
Interesting that I chose to sew with red thread this week, and am drawn to it constantly.
I didn’t get to sew for as long as I wanted today, but still a stream of people came in to see what I was doing in the window with my red thread and turquoise jersey.
Later this evening, a group of women gathered on 7th street at the home of Lisa Fox for a potluck dinner to celebrate Makeshift and community. Lisa’s home is the defacto clubhouse for a sewing circle of six women who come together as often as possible to stitch, talk, and slow down for a minute together. I am happy to say that I am part of the group and these women bolster me in a manner that is rare. They are smart, soulful, experienced, talented, and most of all, full of heart. They are tireless in their individual searches for what really matters in this life. We share losses, victories, questions, laughter, warmth. We share our lives together when we are brought together by thread, no matter what color.
I work the red thread for them this week, and for every woman who has stood behind me, beside me, or pulled me along in this world. For all of my many blessings, I count this one of connectedness among the greatest.