For Sale: Icon Painting Wine Bottle Light

Icon Painting Wine Bottle Light

This twinkle lit upcycled wine bottle creates beautiful illuminated ambiance to any space.  Adding to the beauty, it is decorated with a hand painted angel icon on a delicate upcycled tea bag.  Her dress bestows a gentle blessing to all (Lyrics adapted from Libby Roderick):

“How can anyone ever tell you, you are anything less than beautiful. How can anyone ever tell you, you are less than whole.  How deeply you’re connected to my soul.”

Twinkle lights inside have 2,500 hours of life (so says the package!)

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$35 + $15 for shipping (sorry it’s so expensive to ship!)





Icon Painting Wine Bottle Light

She looks good not illuminated, too!  You can see her features better.

Icon Painting

Icon Painting Wine Bottle Light

Icon Painting Wine Bottle Light

Icon Painting Wine Bottle Light

Illuminated, she looks like a glowing angel.

Thank you!

$35 + $15 shipping (sorry shipping is so expensive!)





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I am the seed of my mother and father.
I am the progeny of the ages of my ancestors.
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Outside of the cocoon that I call home, I much bolder and brighter than I really am, coming home, exhausted, to gently fall back inside myself where it is quiet.

To date, the most exciting thing I’ve done is to challenge the way things are – anywhere, all the time. How did it get to be the way it is? And why should I accept that?  I won’t, oftentimes, preferring instead to move to the music already inside me.

I have far too many rooms in the place I live, cold storage spaces for things I don’t need and which weigh down my soul. How would it be to get rid of it all? To dare live simply with little? I intend to find out.

I should like more windows than I have walls, if that is any indication of how much I crave the natural light, whether sun or moon. What would it be to live under these ruling lights alone, without the constant background noise of buzzing lightbulbs? It would be beautiful, I dare speculate.

I have been dubbed the black sheep, affectionately, whether spoken or unspoken. I am sometimes viewed as a lost soul. But just because I wander, doesn’t mean I am lost. In fact, nothing has ever made me feel more found.

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The world needs love, but first, a swift kick in the pants.

To live is to grow – your garden, your intellect, your soul’s estate, your heart. To live is to understand, and be in harmony with nature and the laws of God.

It is one of my deep frustrations in life that I shall never get to read all of the books that line my shelves. There are many good choices, but there is only so much time. I could spend my lifetime studying and really understanding perhaps just one section, instead I dabble, here a little, there a little, never committing or excelling in one area.

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Before falling asleep, I think about all the things I’d rather be doing that I am simply too tired to do. As much as I love my bed and laying next to my love, I am frustrated by all the time lost. I need a lot of sleep.

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Silence. It’s music to my ears. It’s golden. It’s warm and embracing. It’s freedom. It’s a cold snowy day when I’m out feeding the animals and all stay warm inside, leaving only the sounds of the snow crunching beneath my feet.

When I leave this life, I want to remember that I tried with all my soul to know truth, to live truth, to be truth, even at the risk of losing everything.

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