This Congolese
proverb rings true in many situations but I have related to it strongly in the
past few weeks. Because I am constantly
moving around, I find myself saying goodbye more often than I might like. Don’t
get me wrong, I love the thrill of a new adventure, of meeting new people, of
breathing new air, but it can get tiring having to say goodbye to a place or an
experience that you are in love with.
As I was
preparing to leave my Virginia home I remembered this proverb and haven’t been
able to stop thinking about it since. It can be interpreted in a few ways but I
like to imagine and arm full of bracelets, each different from the last–some
bright and colorful, some understated and elegant, some very loud and some
silent–each one representing an experience, or a place, or a person. We are
made up of our experiences, comprised of our stories. This beautiful arm represents
our entire being and when we reflect and celebrate those experiences…when we
dance with all of the energy that life gives us…those experiences sing and
shine for us and for those around us.
This beautiful image is even more impresionante when you remember that you and your friendships, and kindness, and shared adventures are actively weaving the bracelets of others. Your participation in the lives of others is important and you too are celebrated and carried across the globe.
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