The ball of pink yarn

It’s known to many the story of the red thread, which holds predestined souls together. I also told you about it in my novel, where together with the red one, I weave threads of several colors: white, gray, black, green. Each of them linked to a feeling. Today, however, I’ll tell you the story of another thread, the one that unites all women in the world.

We were born in a fragile body, which contains atavistic embroideries, woven with great precision. These embroideries guide us towards duty: to be, to appear, to do, to obey, and they push us away from who we are or what we want. For example, be free to choose.

So at a certain point, the desire to unstitch these embroideries arises in us.

“Ouch, it hurts… this thread is strong. I can’t take it off. But it really annoys me, I feel chained in the drawings that someone else has created for me. I would love to make my own.”

At that moment something moves in the Universe, to soothe this pain caused by the detachment, it brings us a strength that we did not know we had.

It’s the strength of women! We are fighters!

Although we like to dress in spring-colored velvet, we are stronger than anyone who confuses delicacy with weakness.

We are women and the only thread we should keep is the one that binds us to each other because only united can we truly weave the most beautiful embroidery in our existence, the one capable of honoring and respecting us.

“At work, my friends! We still have a lot to do.”