“I’m back… and you knew I was coming. On my way here I passed a cinema with the sign ‘The Mummy Returns’.”
― Margaret Thatcher
There are times in life when unexplainable things happen. Things that go against everything you believed in. Things that change your whole view of life itself. This is a story about none of those things.
I do not know what you think of reincarnation but the thought of living multiple lives has always fascinated human minds. There is a numerous amount of cultures who believe our souls are too strong for our bodies and need therefore a new one to keep learning and growing. The old Egyptian culture is the most known example for such a belief system. Towards the end of the 18th century with the founding of Egyptology by Jean-François Champollion, Europeans started a whole new culture based on Egyptian believes. They did not adapt the old religion, they rather used mummies in different forms for their healing (or better magical) properties. These customs do not go well will Christian concept, but they show the human need for explanation of the unknown.
Our brains are not able to process new information as they are happening, they need time to process the information and adjust. Therefore, it happens that we witness something strange without even realizing it.
I was dating my first boyfriend at the time something like this happened. I am not much of a seamstress, but I can do cross stitching, so I decided to make him a pillow with a lion on it as a gift. There was no special occasion; just because. As I started drawing the concept and choosing the fabric, we began to fight about little things. As my cross-stitching work progressed, our relationship regressed more and more. By the time I was done the situation was so bad that we broke up a few days later. Nothing wrong with it, just the ways of life.
My second boyfriend was the longest relationship I ever had – so far. I had not touched my stitching needles for a long time, so I started, after five and a half years into the relationship choosing a new pattern to make something out of it. Cross stitching is a nice and relaxing work, perfect to keep your hands busy while watching movies or just to declutter your brain. I picked a drawing I had made before to use as template, I ordered a lot of different colours and as soon as I started, we started fighting about stuff. Not before long we broke up and I did not even make it through half of the stitching.
I stopped stitching again without thinking about it anymore. Not before long, my last relationship ended as I was thinking about cross stitching again. I did not even make it through the starting point.
In the Greek mythology Odysseus’ wife, Penelope, started weaving a burial shroud with the intention of choosing one of her many suitors after she was done. For three years she repeatedly undid the shroud to delay her suitors until her husband came back.
Now I do not know which magical connection there is between sewing (or weaving or else) and men but I think, there is something there. I will leave it to you to decide. #PenelopeIsBack
Aromatic deception 