The red thread of fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger.
The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.
“Balance is key. In everything you do. Dance all night long and practice yoga the next day. Drink wine but don’t forget your green juice. Eat chocolate when your heart wants it and kale salad when your body needs it. Wear high heels on Saturday and walk barefoot on Sunday. Go shopping at the mall and then sit down and meditate in your bedroom. Live high and low. Move and stay still. Embrace all sides of who you are and live your authentic truth! Be brave and bold and spontaneous and loud and let that complement your abilities to find silence and patience and modesty and peace. Aim for balance. Make your own rules and don’t let anybody tell you how to live according to theirs.”
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Rachel Brathen
She is the absolute goddess of life and so inspirational to me.
Coffee destroys me, no, realistically. The aroma so many people turn into poetry just kills me, it is as simple and brutal as that. Once upon a time, I used to be one of those religious students who personified her aura by not counting the number of coffee cups she gulped in a day. Long gone are those days, I lost them to Migraine: My ongoing Romance.
Why the lament, you might be wondering? I love coffee table books sans coffee. Like this beautiful “VOGUE – The Editor’s Eye”.
If you claim to love fashion or otherwise, you need to have this book in your collection. It’s a visual cornucopia. The quality of pages and binding is excellent. It transports you back to the era of Helmut Newton, Avedon and Leibowtiz. On days when I am feeling languid, I often reach out for this and find my solace. Which are your favourite coffee table books, with or without coffee?
“all i really want to do is spend my life travelling the world, drink coffee in small cafés, look at strangers passing by and wonder if they are either sad or happy, read books that takes my breath away and occasionally write some”
