Notes on Antique Textiles, Folk Art & Timeless Traditions – Jaina Mishra
As I struggled to walk barefoot at 15 degrees Centigrade on even colder marble floors – suddenly I see this vision:
An unopened pile of textiles …who knows what treasures are contained within!
The eyes took over my mind… and the cold stinging feet were forgotten!
Was so curious to find out more…
But this was a holy place. And these were textiles offered in worship.
So I quietly reined in my desires, bundled up my curiosity, soaked in the serenity of the place and prayed for more beauty in the world!