she stood quiet
and let the gentleness of early light fall across her breast.
she closed her eyes
and she knew that no rusted wire or torn fragments of paper'd treasures, nor tatter'd relics of silken gowns
could cease the warmth within her heart from flowing out onto all that passed by her....
~~~
Dearest Friends,
News of
my
Celebration Event
will be posted over the coming weekend
~~~
I thank you for your kind patience.
~view from my sewing room~
10 comments:
Dear Christe', Those are clues to this illusive treasure we await aren't they.Rusted wire,torn fragments and relics of silken gowns, oh I can't even imagine the loveliness of it all.I shall prepare for the Celebration! Susan
Hi Christine:
Lovely post. I wait with baited breath to see the event come to fruition.
Thank you
carole
Beautiful words, thank you.
Baited breath, oh so true, so true.
I shall be here...
Becky
gorgeous, mom. Just a beautiful picture. I love when you write like that, too! wow.
Oh, goodie!
What a beautiful image, Christe'.
I can't wait to see what is coming! I know it is going to be lovely, and sweet.
It is such a joy to visit your blog, always! Inspiring, and a really soft, quiet place to land. Thank you.
Lidy
oh darling girl- im screaming with joy- your post is divine- singing and skiping love to you- jo anderson.
Oh I love this photo my friend... If only I could come to visit and see it in real life... one of my greatest dreams... but as you know these days I have quiet a few of those dreams...
Love ya
Good Morning Christine,
I needed the gentleness of your picture and words this morning. I have been on the go with nonstop decorating and display at our store for over a week. The peacefulness you impart was a gentle reminder to be calm and enjoy each moment. I am anxiously awaiting the announcement of your latest event.
Sharon
Your talents are endless dear friend. This is lovely, just lovely.
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