Voice Of The Red Thread

I had a dream. I dreamed The Voice of the Red Thread.
Twin books to keep and give.
Our voices and our hands binding cloth into leaves.
And so was born this undertaking.

The Voice of the Red Thread
She awoke me one night in full vision. Her entire story rolled out before me. I was entranced, curious, and willing. She showed me a world where as one we together join our great mother/Gaia in healing through the tradition of the red thread, a red cloth or even a red flower as it weaves a silent story powerful and with solidarity all who are to come together will through love, join our quiet broken hearts we won’t need to know each others names or faces yet we know we are in the right tribe to purpose our intentions to re-create a world that is made whole again, that loves again, that hopes again though the voice of our art the Voice of the Red Thread.