Monday, 26th of February 2018
When I read Jane Eyre — Helen Burns once said something full of hope and mercy to Jane:
“Besides this earth, and besides the race of men, there is an invisible world and a kingdom of spirits: that world is round us, for it is everywhere; and those spirits watch us, for they are commissioned to guard us; and if we were dying in pain and shame, if scorn smote us on all sides, and hatred crushed us, angels see our tortures, recognize our innocence…, and God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward…”. These words often cross my mind when I am in asylum from the light and true…. They always have the will to twist these moments and turn my pessimist into strength and reliance: these words and my sweet Venus.
Honoring the divine feminine in me with this humble rosa pendulina.
Discover more about the divine feminine here.
Yesterday, late at night, my unrest soul draw this hydrangea accompanied by Schumann and my new botanic book that inspires me to draw beautiful flowers.
Spring days are the best, the sun is soft, I see flowers blooming everywhere and sometimes I feel a little breeze that passes by and caresses my skin: everything has its right proportion in this season.
Now and then, I get lost in thoughts: not the happy ones, I must confess, but knowing that the sun is shining and everything is alive, makes me wanna do things and believe in myself.
This is my process of writing a letter: gathering different sorts of paper and ephemeras, waiting for words to come, seeking for harmony in every single piece of this assemblage.