The first thread

The speed of life is marvelous, on some days it moves at the speed of light, happening to us faster and quicker than we can even process and before we know it, a day is over, a week passed us by, sometimes months seem like they have been consumed other months.

Plans are made

Targets are met

But we forget

That there are slivers of magic floating all around us, little sparkles of golden and purple that we can't see because we get so caught up in the thick toxic threads of goals and deadlines.

For once, in this moment, forget that anything but you exist. Set fire to all thoughts in your head and just sit.

Sit. Do nothing. At first this will drive you crazy, there's so much to be done, so many plans to be made, people to be called, economies are under a crunch, countries are preparing for civil war, governments are being overthrown but fuck all these thoughts. Screw them. Nothing should matter. Nothing but you.

And then you will begin to feel a soft, velvet silence around you. It will come from within and slowly it will colour everything that is around you. Try and read the nuances of the silence, let it work its uniqueness into your being. Let it dance with abandon around you. Don't try and do anything with that silence, just let it flit around you, above you, within you. And then the silence will reveal a tune, a rhythm, a melody that'll sound very familiar.

Its the beat of your heart matching its pace with the beat of the universe. That one song will turn every disharmonious note in your life and make it a divine melody.

Unraveling the first thread, bringing you closer to yourself....