When I visited India a couple of years ago, the one thing that stood out to me most was the grace and elegance of the women.
I remember watching and being mesmerized by a band of women working on a two-storey building. I was surprised to notice how often they were the ones working in the more physical tasks... Yet here, they moved up the ladders and along the floors like...
When Michelangelo was asked 'How did he create the David?', he said, "The form is already there, I just take away what it is not."
I spent time with my grandchild the other day. I wonder at who she will be in twenty years time. How will life mould her.
She reminds me of how we are born as a pure expression of love and innocence and then as we grow older, we seem to develop ways of hiding away this love, as protection or survival.
I wonder that our purpose is to be the loving sculptor, to remember this love and find ways to allow what isn't love to fall away, to let down our guard, to reveal who we really are.
Resonating with this?
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