
Faith and Magic
“Faith is a magic moment you arrive at from far, far away.”
The expression came to me while gazing at an image. You know how you sometimes look at an image, exercise your mind in telling a story about it in one or two sentences. And if you gaze at it long enough, come to realize how receptive the image is drawing on personal experience, the short story you tell is likely your own, the eye of the beholder. That you might wonder: Is it you connecting to the image? Or is it the image connecting to you?
For certain an image invoking such emotion is a compelling one to say the least, and is obviously subjected in the eye of the beholder. In secrecy, because all images have a story to tell.
This particular image whispered to me. Or was it me whispering to it, the girl?
Pia. Pia Wade. You have come so far for so long; now finally, you’ve made it. I thought this because in Pia’s story it’s in this precise moment her dreams were realized. All in all her fantasy becoming reality. That it was so because she didn’t—couldn’t let go of faith and, eventually, the ultimate call from destiny.
“Faith is a magic moment you arrive at from far, far away.”
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