Patterns & People
I wear a lot of black clothing now because my mom never allowed me to wear it growing up for new-agey spiritual reasons. All colors are imbued with an energetic frequency, she said. Black supposedly attracted dark, malevolent forces into your life if you wore it too much. I never really believed this, but I decided not to argue with her. Truly dark, malevolent forces would never be swayed by something as mundane as the clothes that you wore, I figured. I was more afraid of people and patterns. People terrified me; patterns solidified my pre-existent fears, they were everywhere. I started noticing the patterns in nature; what did the shape of this cloud signify? That V-shaped flock of birds in the sky? What were they trying to communicate to me? Who was speaking through them? Was it God? The fae? Mother Earth? I wasn’t sure. Regardless, most patterns registered as ominous in my young mind. That cloud meant that mom is going to die. Those birds meant that you are going to di...