Sacred Source

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Sometimes, someone comes into your life, so unexpectedly, and takes your heart.

She traveled to Lescure with friends and remained invisible during most of their stay. Until, one evening during dinner, she announced herself with a haiku style poem that reflected on the vibe of our gathering.

Light falls,
Pain comes
And is seen.

Darkness transforms,
And the woods
Are watching.

Our friends have gone, but the tiny lady decided to stay. Noble and beautiful, like an angel embodied, she commands the house with her elegance, deep presence and ancient knowledge. She has come home, and I know that she and I draw upon the same source where my sense of art was once ignited, where beauty and the majesty of creation lie. Sacred Source.







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