»Comparing apples
and oranges is my
daily bread.«

Juli Gudehus

my golden thread is red

Sometimes it is funny – the German expression »red thread« translates into English as »golden thread«!

Well, mine is definitely red – similar to the one I imagined in the Greek myth, which princess Ariadne gives to the warrior Theseus to help him find his way out of the labyrinth after killing the Minotaur, a divine creature, half man, half bull.

Not unlike Ariadne’s thread, »red thread« in German is a basic motif, a leading thought, a recognizable structure. My red thread makes me pause to think of what guides me in life, each time I see it in a mirror in front of me.

And there is another reason to wear it. 

Soon after the end of the French Revolution, a thin, red neckband was a symbol of recognition among those who escaped the guillotine in the very last moment. 

In a returning feeling of grief, sorrow, and melancholy, I wear this red thread every now and again, until it loosens itself and I lose it. It is a memory of my beloved, and a symbol of the wounds still open in my heart and in my life. The red thread also reminds me of my joy to live and love and breathe!