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Reflection:
There is a sacred ache inside every soul — a quiet yearning to be held in the arms of Love without condition. I painted this field during a moment of remembering:
that my ache to be loved was never a weakness, but a doorway. The flowers rose from the ache like prayers, each one a whisper to the Divine, “Will you still love me here?”
And the sky responded with color,
“Always.”
Blessing:
To the one who aches —
May you know your longing is holy.
May you remember that Love has never left you.
And may this field remind you:
You were always worth blooming for.
Reflection:
There is a sacred ache inside every soul — a quiet yearning to be held in the arms of Love without condition. I painted this field during a moment of remembering:
that my ache to be loved was never a weakness, but a doorway. The flowers rose from the ache like prayers, each one a whisper to the Divine, “Will you still love me here?”
And the sky responded with color,
“Always.”
Blessing:
To the one who aches —
May you know your longing is holy.
May you remember that Love has never left you.
And may this field remind you:
You were always worth blooming for.