While I’m on a spiritual roll, I wanted to share with you a snapshot of one of my most favorite small prints hanging on my wall right now.
Here it is:
The quote says, “Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.”
Several years ago, when I first moved into the place where I currently live today, I was fleeing the inevitable transition of a challenging relationship.
In those first days in my new apartment, I had bare walls, bare shelves – I didn’t even own a kitchen knife (thank goodness, given the mood I was in most days at that time).
Then one day I got tired of staring at an endless expanse of unbroken pale yellow walls, and I got in the car and drove myself to Michael’s.
There I found an assortment of cheap prints in cheerful colors that seemed to go with yellow. I didn’t pay much attention to what they said – hearts, flowers, bunnies, anything that looked the opposite of how I felt – that was what I was after.
So it took me some time to actually digest what this particular print was trying to tell me.