Story N˚ 10: New Year!

Once upon a time, the sun and wind had a competition to see who was the stronger, more powerful one. (The wind may have felt insecure, and instigated this.)  The contest:  which of them could make a man remove his coat.

The wind went first, blowing and gusting ferociously against the man, who surely fell down, but his coat stayed on.  The wind stopped to let the sun have its turn.  The sun did nothing but shine and glow in the sky, as it always does.  The man felt warm and removed his coat.

The wind, despite all its efforts to force the man’s coat off, was defeated by the sun’s power.  That power came from simply being the sun.

My former father-in-law told me this parable when I was struggling a few years ago.  (It is a stretch for clothestories, but there is the coat.)  I didn’t understand what he was trying to say then, but today I fully realize what I can do when I simply allow myself to be: who I am, how I am.  I have been working valiantly to clear away paradigms and societal norms that don’t serve me, like the one about mindlessly consuming cheap food, clothes, etc.  This is a life process, but I see my best and truest Self emerge which gives me the confidence to just Be.  And to just Be is bringing health, happiness and wonderful people into my life in unprecedented ways.

Here’s to a simple, steady 2016, and more clothestories to share!

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emilyjanine

A native Floridian, I'm in New York City to follow my creative pursuits- textile art, clothing design, museum loitering, people watching...

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