small vase

my grandmother liked to thrift store shop
and since i spent alot of weekends with her i inherited that love

she wasnt adverse to buying something beautiful even if it had a chip or a tear

i remember the day she bought this little vase, because i helped her wash it, and as she swirled soapy water around the inside
the bird on the top began to sing

M lines things up

this morning these

9 patch

stolen idea directly from THIS lovely blog

busts

tintex shiburi

ginko

it was a box
not the box i would have chosen first

tho i smile
i do love boxes and collect them

and not to say it was not a beautiful box
maybe Renaissance
painted with Jesus or saints or wispy holy men

i usually choose the more damaged weathered boxes
distressed
heavier
overused


but the beauty itself did attract me

when opened
along with the sweet music
and the loveliness

i felt
with
a breath exhaled
an overwhelming peace

and
as important
a more earthy depth to the aesthetic promise of the lid
there was
a natural earthiness
that
mixed with my own

formed this particular dream

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