Music is Leonard Cohen’s touching and powerful Hallelujah sung by an amazing 8 year old girl – Rhema Marvanne__________________________________________________________
There is a time in the hushed solitudes of falling winter,
while the dreaming earth stirs softly beneath her frosted blanket,
where for a moment, we remember innocence and magic, and the incredible awe of being,
where hope is renewed in the lighting of candles and a star leads the way to Bethlehem,
Where grievances are put aside as we open our wounded hearts to receive the seeds of rebirth
Where my own dreams flow to the sacred music of haunted woodlands and enchanted children.
and old tales are retold with feasting and friends
where the lost are found and the poor are blessed
and where angels walk among us
do visit My Little Match Girl
If I don’t post again before Christmas I wish everyone a happy Solstice, a happy Hanukkah and a Merry Christmas. I thank everyone for their wonderful blogs and inspiration. Nollaig Shona, Nollaig Chridheil, Joyeux Noel, Buon Natale, God Jul. May all peoples come together in peace.
“Cybele’s art has a unique beauty that I consider to be unsurpassed in its depth and narrative; pieces that are hauntingly fascinating, encapsulating worlds of wonder and mystery or reflecting wonderment and innocence through portrait and study.”
It is this feeling of capturing a moment that is particularly attractive about Cybele’s work. Her pieces are incredibly intricate in form and construction, the balance of light, colour, focus and theme utterly sublime; where looking at her art, I cannot help but see them in terms of an orchestra, different elements and layers, skillfully woven into a whole under the guiding hands of the conductor – or in this case the artist.
Yet, at the same time, there is a marvelous sense that each piece, far from being composed, has been captured in a fleeing moment, as if the mind has taken a snapshot of a dream or the eye a single moment of time played out before us in a world where wonder, innocence and beauty define all we see, and perhaps say and do.” Inara Pey’s blog, Tales of a Winter Sun in second life