A Garden of Love
I didn’t
hear from my two closest friends on my 65th birthday. Not a card,
call or email, not even a text or shout-out on Facebook. But it’s okay. My
happiness is not dependent on their memories. They can forget me or remember
me.
I know I am
loved. I know God holds me in His embrace. I know I am showered in gifts,
blessings and even miracles. Perhaps the miracle is as small as a cat’s paw on
my cheek as I sleep. Perhaps it is the flow of paint onto the canvas. I might
be the only witness, and that is okay.
A garden of
love blooms in me. This is the miracle I celebrate every day. It cannot be
diminished by anyone or anything. I know where I stand in the universe—it is in
this garden of love that God has planted and nurtures in me.
“Yes, My love, I am here in a cool garden. A breeze blows. The
treetops are filled with birds singing. You reside here in this
garden of My love.”
treetops are filled with birds singing. You reside here in this
garden of My love.”
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This painting reminds me of the Garden of
Love in which I reside. Mixed media on 14” x 11” canvas including collage of
original linocut mono prints, pastels, graphite and acrylic.
©Claudia
Rose, Ph.D.
Available for sale: www.claudiaroseart.com
What a spectacularly beautiful painting. The flower reflected in the pot, that goes with the story you tell.
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