In the midst of a beading project I lost my head. Oops, I mean my thread. I soon became a tangled mess. Thus began a life lesson knotted within the colored fibers and beads. And how many times did I misplace my needle? A beading needle is fine, just a sliver of steel which easily blends into whatever is beneath. Misplaced, it can lead to the pain of being pricked and left bleeding…that’s what happens when we lose ourselves in the midst of living.
It’s so easy to lose ourselves within the tangled mess of our lives, but this tangled mess is life. And it is this life that holds meaning and love. It is inside the chaos we find clarity. Messages arrive in the cluster of clutter. Whether we head the words we hear or discard them makes all the difference in the world. Perhaps those messages have the power to make our world.
Sometimes we must dive deeper into the twists that hold us together to find what ripped us apart. Sometimes we are a tangled mess. It is within this tangled mess we find ourselves. This is the place we wear our brave. This is the opportunity to exercise freedom, to challenge ourselves to step up our game. The act of surrendering is where we face our truths. We find ourselves in this place between what was and what will be. This tangled mess is a place of discovery. And the discovery is just the beginning…for life can become as beautiful as we allow it to be.