A Blessed Bench Of Boredom

This post spoke straight to me, and evoked the islands we sometimes need to be.
By Paula B. at https://thetemenosjournal.com/author/thetemenosjournal/

shelter for broken angels

Some days I sit here, after scrolling through the multitude of things that flash by and find myself drifting off and staring at this framed print I’ve had for years. Noticing the details of the flowers, the way that one flower in the lower right-hand corner looks like it’s dancing. How the artist used the blank spaces, how the alabaster type vases are different, and how with the strokes of light and dark I can almost imagine their weight in my hand. Can almost imagine the room they are in, with light streaming in through an open window, perhaps in the morning, or late in the afternoon. The wall behind with its rustic wash of plaster could be a room within some ancient dwelling, far away, such as an Italian Villa, or a Parisian apartment.

The last couple months I have wandered about, picking at the fringes, ran my eyes…

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