A gesture towards kindness. A rest along a hike. A glance towards garbage. Two years ago, I went to Dharamsala, India. My friend, Joe asked if I would bring him back something red and free. I brought him a pocket of red string that I found along the side of the road while walking to Bhagsunag Waterfall.
Here’s an little article on different symbolic meanings of red string. The last time I wore a red string on my wrist was from summer 2016 to spring 2017 to celebrate the wedding of my friends Serena & Kasey. When we moved into our house in spring, the red string snagged itself and broke. A couple weeks later, I found the string in a tiny pile by the back door. It’s still sitting there among the purple irises.
In less than two weeks, I get to return to Dharamsala.