We should be allowed to say anything. Mincing and choosing the right words is like flatulent-ing.
Why do I say so?
The beads we sourced are elemental to the loveliness of something so simple. They are spiritual, with years of soulful transition from one continent to another, some over 600 years, some more. They have ridden on camel backs, mule backs, horse backs, boats and planes. Some have transacted side by side guns and ammo (ok this part is my imagination). We use them sparingly not because they are expensive, but because they must be seen. The beauty of how one thing leads to another.
Looking at them reminds us to observe how much dimension and complexity can reside behind very small things. Fat or skinny, you will benefit from wearing one all the same.
I don’t have any good explanation why (…the right words is) like flatulent-ing.