Journaling reads:
Awake, O north wind, and come wind of the south. Make my garden breathe out fragrance. Let it's spices be wafted abroad. May my beloved come into his garden and eat it's choice fruit.
Song of Solomon 4:16.
Used patterned paper, brad, pipe cleaner & chalk.
This is a picture of where I'm at in my life. My garden (life) breathes out it's fragrance, the wind (spirit) comes, and as a result it's spices will be wafted abroad (internationally). It's been well tended and it's fruitful for my Beloved.
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