It’s only materialistic. Some wood with dark blue paint and stains of gold every here and there. But the truth is I cried my eyes out because of this floor today. I sat down at a chair I rarely use, and saw all this beauty I surrounded myself with. This is not just materialistic – it’s my “new” atelier where 5 paintings have taken shape from the deep of my heart, neither of them done. I can paint at my new place, even though I don’t know where my new place will be. Nothing landed. My mascara ended somewhere down my cheeks by the thought of someone painting over my all time favourite floors, where my soul is sprinkled as small stains of blue, black and green and even bigger stains of gold. That is me. I’ll get trough it – the floor thing… it’s really about the whole package, you know…
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Takk du gode Maria <3
I almost shed a tear WITH you. My ♥ hurts for you. And I copied one of your photos here into my “Favorite Places and Spaces” Pinterest category.
Now, remember the HAPPY tears you cried on your previous post! Life is beautiful seen through tears.
Dear Rebecca, I’m glad you keep my photos on your pinterest, thanks! I know – the tears – they come for both good and bad, and there’s something to cry for almost every day, ha ha 😉 Well, it’s called life, and I appreciate my ability to feel a lot, even though it can be too much sometimes. Happy weekend!
I say, “cry all you need to.” It’s a huge life changing event….we need to cry happy and sad tears for those. It’s your home. xoxo
You’re going to do good wherever you land.
thanks for lovely support Sarah <3