Part of the Spark experience was beholding all things beautiful. We must see beauty before we can speak beauty. The stage was set for our hearts to receive all that was to be received by way of the embellishment of the lovingly and handmade decorations that filled us with delight.
swaths of fabric.
hand wrapped wreaths.
delighting the senses with ooohhhs and aaahhhs.
the entrance alone would have set my heart to flame. hanging lampshades encased with vintage book text.
and oh so doable.
that too is part of the Spark experience...
revealing to one through site and sound what is doable in the heart. What can be re-kindled (in my case) and set to life. Whether it was through song, decoration, instruction, or the simplicity of spoken word, this whole experience set to light what was doable in one's life in the pursuit of beauty.
I can remembering stepping inside of the venue and the hum of excitement. Friends re-uniting. Firsthand greeting and making acquaintance. Welcome greetings from Margie and April. The beauty of the name tags! The gathering into groups that would walk us through together during the course of the weekend.
reminders set throughout the space.
the simplicity of lovliness.
Could Margie and April and all the ladies involved had known the transforming power they were to wield over me?
or is that indeed the why of their own inspiration?
the heart. soul. sweat. tears. and perhaps even blood that made this event the powerhouse that it was.
can they know the depth of what they poured into heart. soul. mind.?
and this just from the beautification of an empty room.
that beautification must go forth into all our lives and permeate the way we live. think. give.
tomorrow...the people. the classes.
thank you for joining me here today.