settling a lost soul.
She works slowly. I let her work in silence, and I train myself to be at peace with her pace. I give her the space she needs to purify the air around me. Slowly but surely, all my nerve endings start to feel calmer — my sense of belonging somewhat restored.
Her essence can be traced back to the beginning of magic. Uplifting but centered, realistic within the magnitude of her positivity, she lights up the room she's in and the eyes she reaches. I thank her for sharing every time I happen to see her. I treasure the colors and shapes and the textures she surrounds herself with.