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everytime ๐Ÿ‘ read the diarys and letters of emily carr and vincent van gogh ๐Ÿ‘ dont feel so lonely as an artist. its magnificent that the tree of us are seperated by so many ears and generations and yet our struggles and joys are the same. each of us working in our own paths towards the reunion with the divine ground. they are fellow philosophias perennis. this morning ๐Ÿ‘ pick a random page from vincentยดs letters and it brought a light for the inner tree heart.
"our inward thoughts, do they ever show outwardly? there may bee a great fire in our soul, but no one ever comes to warm himself at it, and the passers-by see only a little bit of smoke coming through the chimney and pass on their way. now, look here, what must be done, must one tend that inward fire, have salt in oneself, wait patiently yet with how much impatience for the hour when somebody will come and sit down near it, to stay there maybe? let him who believes in god wait for the hour that will come sooner or later." july 1880 vincent
9:15am first direct light touch s
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5:55pm irresponsible pre-vaccine celebration went too art party in more than a ear in gold pants ๐Ÿ“ธ tank yoo awesome mark verabiof and making this show happen
6:45pm last direct light touch granada buildings