Such a striking creation; fluid and reposed in such grace. Where in the world did you get this and who was the inspiring artist?
Just a glimpse at her resting puts me at ease and warms my spirit. She sits beside a window, which seems to overlooks a lush landscape, yet her back is turned as she loses herself in a more beautiful space.
Her face is expressionless reflecting a peace passing understanding; surely the artist’s inspiration for creation. Her arms bow benevolently as she folds her hands, one into the other forming a casing where the heart center becomes the focal point.
She is cast in black and yet a radiance surrounds her reflecting a silvery tinge; a living lesson in shadow and light, our very basic structure too.
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Such a striking creation; fluid and reposed in such grace. Where in the world did you get this and who was the inspiring artist?
Just a glimpse at her resting puts me at ease and warms my spirit. She sits beside a window, which seems to overlooks a lush landscape, yet her back is turned as she loses herself in a more beautiful space.
Her face is expressionless reflecting a peace passing understanding; surely the artist’s inspiration for creation. Her arms bow benevolently as she folds her hands, one into the other forming a casing where the heart center becomes the focal point.
She is cast in black and yet a radiance surrounds her reflecting a silvery tinge; a living lesson in shadow and light, our very basic structure too.
In her, I see you…and me…and everyone.
All is well, all is well!
What he said.
All is well.
Blessings, friends,
~M
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