Everything has its time – living each day well is the best arrangement.
— To every quiet soul who strives gently
She bows her head and gently brushes the harp strings.
On one side, wildflowers in full bloom; on the other, a mist of soft lilac.
She is not performing – she is listening:
To the rhythm of blossoms opening, to the breath of time, and to herself.
This watercolour painting is called “The Blooming Season, Like a Harp”.
The moment I painted it, I was capturing a state of being:
We don’t need too many answers, nor do we need to rush.
Just like this little angel—
Quietly playing, quietly growing. Everything has its time.
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🌸 “Different flowers bloom in different seasons.”
Some flourish in the soft warmth of spring afternoons;
Others reveal their beauty only in the crisp winds of autumn.
Some lives are early and fleeting; some are calm and enduring.
None is better, none is lesser—
Only the timing differs, the rhythm varies.
(As I’ve shared before: “To live each day well is to live life well.” Even the things we don’t yet understand may be part of a greater plan.)
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🎨 Final Note · Making peace with yourself and with time
Like the little angel in my painting, playing not to please,
but simply to let her own melody ring out from within.
I believe we can all be the same:
Not competing, not chasing, not rushing.
To walk our own path, in our own rhythm—
and to bloom gently, in the season that is ours.
