When Peace Finds Me

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To see beauty in everything is to live with open eyes and a grateful heart. From the sky that shifts its colors with each passing hour, to the quiet resilience of a flower blooming in the cracks of the pavement. Beauty isn’t always loud or grand, it often hides in the ordinary, waiting for us to notice.

The sky teaches me patience. Its changing hues remind me that nothing stays the same forever, and that transitions— whether gentle or stormy— are part of life’s rhythm. The flower in the pavement reminds me of resilience, of how growth can happen even in the harshest conditions. And the crowded streets, with all their chaos and noise, remind me that there is harmony in diversity, a rhythm in the everyday rush.


This was the view from my old place.

After the heavy rain, there’s this calm that settles in. It feels like the world is exhaling, and I get to breathe with it. The gloomy sky takes me back to memories of times long gone, yet it also teaches me acceptance, to let go of what I cannot control. There is beauty even in endings, because they make space for beginnings.

This reminds me of Twilight 

The joy of eating my favorite snack always transports me back to childhood. Back then, my mommy would surprise us with a cheap chocolate cake from the bakery after school. That simple sweetness felt like love. To live with peace and to long for it when it's gone is a different story.

I see beauty in everything I do, especially when I paint. Each brushstroke feels like a reflection of my emotions, the bright tones of joy, the muted shades of sorrow, and the soft gradients of hope. Painting reminds me that beauty isn’t just something I notice, but something I create.

                                       

The first time I decided to paint outside 

The sea from my travels reminds me that I am blessed and abundant in all ways. Its endless horizon teaches me that there is always more to discover, more to cherish.  The waves remind me of movement and flow, how life is never stagnant, but always shifting.  In the moment I stand near the shore, I am small yet complete, the moment is humbling yet I feel grateful. The sea carries my memories, my dreams, and my quiet prayers, returning them to me in the peace it bestows on me. 

The stunning sunset by the beach in Bohol

To see beauty in everything is to live with gratitude. It’s choosing to slow down, to breathe, and to honor the small miracles that surround me. 

When peace finds me, it’s often through these small miracles.

-E.



          


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