Looking through the shop window, I see a collection of dreams. A bit of gild, a bit of rust… religious artefacts… holders for candles soon to be lit… An angel hidden amongst the what-nots…and a tiny oil painting of a guided journey.
The symbolism of the objects gathered there brings a smile to my heart. Stepping back caught up in my thoughts right there in the middle of Rue de Paradis no less! I sense I am looking into the window of someone’s soul, finding mementos of his passed life, enchanted by how he has arranged the fragments of his journey, and wondering where his story began. Isn’t it like this when we meet someone; We look into their eyes seeing a soul longing to be discovered and loved… and sometimes they take our hand and we follow.
photo: A shop window that I kissed my heart in Venice, Italy.
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