A Moment of Awe at the Brocante

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The way the painting has crackled around the woman’s face it appears as a non threatening spider web, or a touch of mystical wonder? Fascinating to me. The crackling gives the painting a new story a curious perspective and dimension. My friend Gina bought it in Paris this weekend.

Later as I was walking around the brocante I heard a familiar laugh it caught me by surprise. I instantly turned around to see who it was but did not recognize anyone in particular, then a French man spoke and even though he wasn’t speaking English his voice was exactly like my Father’s. I closed my eyes and smiled imagining my Father at the brocante and then teared up with missing him.

Layers of wonder beyond the surface.

 

 



Comments

8 responses to “A Moment of Awe at the Brocante”

  1. Oh Corey, I miss my Daddy, too, even though I’m an old lady now. And now you’ve made me tear up… (but it’s in a good way).

  2. Oh, sometimes something brings a memory back and it is stunning.

  3. <3 Love you.

  4. Elizabeth Schaeffer

    I bought a painting in a style I normally would have passed by because the profile of the man in the painting looked exactly like my dad. Same here, I miss him so after all these years have passed.

  5. …a lovely unexpected “heart blessing.” xx

  6. Such a gift when that happens.

  7. Such a tender moment. It reminds me of my sighting of “Ghosts at IHOP” when a couple so tenderly reminded me of my mom and dad. xoxo

  8. When I first glimpsed at this post, I thought it was a younger Sacha.
    Loved hearing your experience about your Dad’s voice.

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