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Thursday Night Open Art 🧵 Prompt share Lady in matrix green glitch with rainbow matrix dress Or just share your best art. No theme. Keep it clean. Everyone welcome!

Beautiful Raya! ♥️♥️♥️ good to see you! How was your day?

Slower pace. Drifting into naps.

Word of the Day by @smilingsally17 Hiraya (hi-rá-ya) (n.) the fruit of one’s hopes, dreams, and imagination Every quiet act of courage plants a seed of hiraya that the future will one day harvest. “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.”—(Galatians 5:22-23) ‘The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed, which a man took and planted in his field. Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows, it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree, so that the birds come and perch in its branches.’”—(Matthew 13:31–32) “Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay… yet it is the law of all progress that it is made by passing through some stages of instability, and that it may take a very long time.” — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin “Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come.” — Rumi “We do not obtain the most precious gifts by going in search of them but by waiting for them.” — Simone Weil “Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; where knowledge is free… where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit… into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.” — Rabindranath Tagore “We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise; And then, if we are true to plan, Our statures touch the skies.”—Emily Dickinson Hiraya is not something you chase. It is what ripens when hope is held gently, when dreams are tended in the quiet, and when imagination is offered back to the world as love. Presence, reverence, joy, and kindness are the soil. What you plant in that soil will bear fruit in its own time. Stay. The harvest is already beginning.

Halloween cake sounds good