I have this red string tied around my wrist, a gift from the Dalai Lama. His Holiness blessed it by holding it in his hand, then up to his forehead, then blowing on it. The string has a knot in it—not where I’ve tied it to my wrist, but located in the center of the string somehow. Over the course of the day, the knot works its way to the side of my wrist, and I’m constantly moving the knot back to my wrist’s center. The knot represents the God who I long to be at the center of my life. It helps me remain restful in that center—unable to think of myself except in terms of God.
