I've become more and more convinced that we "speak things into our lives" as the saying goes. What you say, what you read, and eventually what you absorb, becomes a prediction of sorts for your direction. That's why I love making these cuffs. Because maybe if you see on your wrist enough times the words, "it is well with my soul" you can make that so when it's not so well with your soul. Maybe you can move closer to being well with that. The brass and copper loses it's shine and the words maybe fade, but you know it's there and that's the real magic of it. It sits in your psyche long enough and moves you closer to being well. Conversely, the ugly words we use for one another, the ones we let slide and don't call our friends on, those words stick on our skin until we soak them in too. Words are things. Just ask Maya Angelou.
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