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FOREVER by Salyna Gracie

The Universe continually brings us opportunities to review the circumstances of our lives…

The best of times and the hardest. What we have experienced in the moment, its power, lingers and becomes threaded into the makeup of who we are. As powerful as even the deepest grief may be, it too can soften with time. As eyes and heart witness the unfolding of so much to be grateful for, life moves us ever forward to walk in beauty. 

May tomorrow bring you closer to truth...May it feel something like joy. 
Collage: "Something Like Joy" by the author, Salyna Gracie

Forever
by Salyna Gracie

We will always
Remember
We say, certain
And with conviction

But, the mind 
Has other agendas
Makes new plans
As each day begins

Life cannot be 
Static, unbending
How can we hold on
When the point is to let it go

I will remember
Maybe even often,
But, not always
There is too much beauty in the way




Salyna Gracie is the Executive Director of the Confluence Gallery and Art Center and a Multi-media artist with a focus in Dance, Poetry and Mixed-media Collage.
”My work as an artist explores movement, language and visual symbols that reveal the universal experience woven through the deeply personal terrain of inner truth. My dance, visual art and poetry evoke dreamscapes that are at once mystical and confessional, exploring questions of identity, memory, legacy and inheritance. As a lifelong student of the healing power of art, I continue to explore new mediums as a deepening spiritual practice, and a window into my soul.” You may contact her through her website here and her artwork here





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