True Love & the Red Thread

It’s hard to remember what we have never been taught. It takes trusting our own intuition, our own heart. It takes learning how to listen to what the soul whispers to us when we can get still enough, free enough from the distracting chaos of our everyday life. 

It’s a mystery to me what allows us to remember the Good, and I trust it always will be. Maybe it’s blood memory. Maybe it’s encoded somewhere in the soul or in the heart of what it means to be human. Good recognizes good. 

I was first given a red thread by a shaman. When I saw her the first time, the only accurate way to describe it is that I recognized her. I remembered her. But I couldn’t possibly know or grasp how, or from when. And that wasn’t the point of the recognition. The point was to strengthen my own trust in myself, because my intuition, my soul, had led me to her.

The red thread is about remembering the Good within ourselves and each other. And the red thread is about recognizing those who are walking with us, to remind us that we are here together, to be the Good. It’s worn on the left wrist, the feminine side of the body, to acknowledge that it’s the feminine within each of us that receives spirit from within. 

The red thread is for those of us who are devoted to returning again and again to the heart, who listen to what the heart knows and then do whatever we can to put that knowing into action.

For me, the red thread is this unspoken pact, this bond, this sign to anyone who meets me, that I am devoted to trying (and often failing) at being a presence of true love wherever I am. 

Mary Magdalene anointed Christ before he was crucified; Mary made anointing the most sacred ritual in the Christian tradition; Mary was given secret teachings from Christ because his love for her was extraordinary; Mary’s gospel was buried and forgotten for millennia. 

This is why I wear the red thread. It’s hard to remember something you have never been taught. But I do this in memory of her. I do this because the Good can never be lost.

With only more love, 
M.