Natural light played such an important role in the theatrics of our exploration. We wandered in the tiny dark lanes devoid of light, and then “surprise!” the sun lights up the very intricate facade of the corner house.
I was sucked into the small room filled with a loving passionate sea of red. Song of Songs is a set of five paintings depicting a man and a woman through different scenes.
Thank you for opening me up to the world of emotions – the scary “iffy” part deeply hidden within me that I never dared to even brush against. It was only through you, that I finally allowed myself to feel the emotions so denied of existence.
In front of his bed hung a circular mirror, at the precise angle to capture the sunrise every morning through the eastern window!
I was exhilarated that we actually managed to fit in a day trip to Claude Monet’s hometown!
Life has gone quite a circle, my sis and I used to do these little assignments for our little baby bro, who has now grown up to run these little errands for my sister’s baby son.
The windows altered the space. You may not see them, but they changed the natural light as it entered, and added colour and flavour to it. Exactly like the people and situations in our lives, isn’t it?
The veil is getting thinner and thinner, and it is surprisingly easy to live concurrently in different dimensions.
This beat and movement is going to stick around in your head for a bit. hehe. AND that feeling of achey-shoulders. #sorrynotsorry
Have a great day~
I start to feel the vibrational space around me. It was a finer kind of vibration, much like when the angels wrap their wings around me. Although beyond that was a harsh, cold vibration of “bad news”, which I am still not sure of what yet.
I shall distract myself from the worries now by discussing the worries passed.
Dailypost is redeeming itself with a guiding marker today! It has aptly prompted me to view from a perspective of (ir)relevancy to the “turmoil” I underwent.