There’s a certain sense of grace in old images—those beautiful, old Victorian etchings that I love so much…graciousness from a bygone era that seems to be so lacking in the world today…
There’s a beautiful grace to the little kindnesses we do for each other every day. A smile. The gentle tone of your voice. Holding a hand that needs holding. Helping someone who carries a heavy burden…just a little thing for us, perhaps—but to others, it is a great thing, indeed.
There’s a graciousness in kind words…telling someone you care for them. That they’re just right…
There’s a beautiful grace to be found in our homes…no matter how big or how small, home is home. And there’s no place like it.
{vintage flash cards used as flaps to reveal further journaling}
There’s a graciousness to old things kept through the years…things to be loved and cherished once again, and used in ways, perhaps, not thought of when they were first made…
{pages from magazines ripped and used—those used in this post became inspiration rather than merely background}
And one of the loveliest graces of all—my very own. My youngest daughter…named for the gracefulness that she personifies…Anna Grace-- her 17th birthday just celebrated.
Hard for this mother to believe…
{taken in an old courtyard in beautiful Monterey}
Wishing you a day filled with beauty and grace.
Julie