Tying Colors around the Net

After two and a half years with an architect and construction workers, I was in my home.

It was then I questioned, How could I not have figured out how much work I now have to do. Crying seemed an imminent reaction.

Instead—facing reality—I repeated, “I can, I will, I am.”

So, I had a low, metal double bed frame made, and outfitted it with a Classic 5 mattress with coconut and coils inside. That left the challenge of mosquitoes—even in a house with screens. I’d brought a centrally hung, circular mosquito net from America; and, without a carpenter in sight, I took yellow plastic rope, the coiled wire of a bicycle lock and two bungees, and tied one end onto the curtain rod bracket, fed it through the netting loop, and tied the other end to a hook over the back of the door, held open by the bicycle coil looped over the pegs of a clothes rack.

Finally, I found a carpenter to make a hinge above my bed. The first one looked large enough for a trapeze with an aerialist; but the second was a small, feminine-looking triangle of old teak wood, and I fell in love with it.

Taking a blue tie from my clothes cabinet, I tied it around the netting by day. When the blue tie was missing, I found a pink one.

Then I recognized the colors were messages. Blue was my masculine aspect and also meant “peace”; pink was my feminine aspect and meant “universal love.” When it was misplaced, I felt elated to see a white tie left in my cabinet—for “spirit” and things “spiritual.”

My realization is, “In a spiritual life, the size of the job isn’t what matters; it’s the source for it---that source being God working through each one of us.”