{"id":25660,"date":"2023-06-14T17:33:22","date_gmt":"2023-06-14T14:33:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nazarevich-art.com\/art-therapy\/just-love\/"},"modified":"2026-03-19T19:46:31","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T17:46:31","slug":"just-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nazarevich-art.com\/en\/just-love\/","title":{"rendered":"JUST LOVE"},"content":{"rendered":"
\nI love the first look of Mom when I arrive, and she is waiting<\/div>\n
I love Dad’s strong and strong hands that supported me when I took the first steps and now, when I can’t take the first step<\/div>\n
I love to watch how my son is proud of himself, each time defeating himself.<\/div>\n
I love the smell of a new day and in the morning to sniff what it will be, this new day<\/div>\n
I like to try a range of new colors and fantasize what they are destined to draw.<\/div>\n
I love coffee with milk, when the combination of two drinks creates a soft, delicate taste of pleasure.<\/div>\n
I love to bathe in the rays of the sun and the glow of the moon, absorbing their light with every molecule.<\/div>\n
I love how water drops glitter on the leaves of trees and eyelashes.<\/div>\n
I love the lacy frost patterns on the window and the symmetry of the snowflake fractals on the sleeve.<\/div>\n
I love the smile of a child, it’s like receiving a message from life itself<\/div>\n
I love the colors of autumn, I accept them as the palette of God, and in winter he will wash it off with white<\/div>\n
I love it when my dog, lying on his back, is just waiting for his belly to be scratched, here it is an example of unconditional trust …<\/div>\n
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I love the moment when a student freezes at the words, then a quiet and invisible interest in knowledge enters the open door of his soul<\/div>\n
I love it, the aroma of vanilla is somehow joyful and cozy<\/div>\n
I love the silver, subtle sounds of the flute, they seem to connect heaven and earth<\/div>\n
I love the New Year’s fuss and the lights of garlands as a reminder that the soul does not grow old, although another year of life has passed<\/div>\n
I love an apple accidentally lying around in a bag at the fourth lecture and unexpectedly found money in the pocket of a winter coat<\/div>\n
I love pigeons on my balcony and when they wake me up every morning demanding breakfast<\/div>\n
I love fresh, cool water, when you drink it, it’s like being reborn again.<\/div>\n
I love a light, warm, weightless jacket that, like a second skin, saves from rains and winds.<\/div>\n
I love returning home, and already in the corridor I feel that I am restoring my strength to live again<\/div>\n
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I love hot tea in the evening and not because I want to drink, but in order to think and warm my soul<\/div>\n
I love young grass in spring, so defenseless, but juicy green, like a symbol of summer<\/div>\n
I love to play with children, as if we are doing the most important and necessary work on earth.<\/div>\n
I love a pen that writes easily and smoothly, like singing or playing a symphony of words.<\/div>\n
I love the first feeling when you enter the sea as if in the arms of God himself.<\/div>\n
I like to look at photos where the parents are young, and grandparents are alive, and then it\u2019s like returning to childhood<\/div>\n
I love a warm bed after a long and tired day, in it, as if in a cradle, all the tasks of reality fall asleep until morning<\/div>\n
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I like to listen to the birds singing, as if eavesdropping on their revelations, to fantasize about what they tell each other<\/div>\n
I like to treat a sad, dreary person with a tangerine or candy, after that you always meet a smile<\/div>\n
And in general, I love a lot of things in this WORLD!<\/div>\n
WHAT DO YOU LOVE?<\/div>\n
Create a drawing for each of your items. Let the understanding of love, like strokes on an artist’s palette, create a masterpiece of your life and a LOVE story. And even if the drawings are not perfect and not very harmonious, and perhaps childish and strange, and correct only for you, but life itself is like that … And nothing prevents us from living in this World, accepting its imperfection in LOVE.<\/div>\n
\u00a9 Victoria Nazarevich 2015<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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