New Heights
Standing at the edge of the cliff, she felt the world open up beneath her, a vast expanse stretching endlessly beyond the horizon. The wind whipped against her face, filling her lungs with crisp, pure air, carrying the scent of pine and sea salt from the waves crashing below. In that moment, the weight she carried for so long seemed to lift, swept away by the relentless gusts that had weathered these rocks for centuries. Here, on the brink of something ancient and immovable, she felt her own life shifting.
She realized she’d been climbing toward this moment for years. Each step a challenge, every setback another piece of the journey. As she looked out a new energy took hold of her. An electric thrill mixing with the calm that only comes from understanding where you’ve been and glimpsing where you’re headed. For the first time, she felt unbound, as if the cliff itself was urging her forward into the unknown.
Standing at the edge of the cliff, she felt the world open up beneath her, a vast expanse stretching endlessly beyond the horizon. The wind whipped against her face, filling her lungs with crisp, pure air, carrying the scent of pine and sea salt from the waves crashing below. In that moment, the weight she carried for so long seemed to lift, swept away by the relentless gusts that had weathered these rocks for centuries. Here, on the brink of something ancient and immovable, she felt her own life shifting.
She realized she’d been climbing toward this moment for years. Each step a challenge, every setback another piece of the journey. As she looked out a new energy took hold of her. An electric thrill mixing with the calm that only comes from understanding where you’ve been and glimpsing where you’re headed. For the first time, she felt unbound, as if the cliff itself was urging her forward into the unknown.
Standing at the edge of the cliff, she felt the world open up beneath her, a vast expanse stretching endlessly beyond the horizon. The wind whipped against her face, filling her lungs with crisp, pure air, carrying the scent of pine and sea salt from the waves crashing below. In that moment, the weight she carried for so long seemed to lift, swept away by the relentless gusts that had weathered these rocks for centuries. Here, on the brink of something ancient and immovable, she felt her own life shifting.
She realized she’d been climbing toward this moment for years. Each step a challenge, every setback another piece of the journey. As she looked out a new energy took hold of her. An electric thrill mixing with the calm that only comes from understanding where you’ve been and glimpsing where you’re headed. For the first time, she felt unbound, as if the cliff itself was urging her forward into the unknown.
32” x 26”
Acrylic & Pastels On Canvas
Artist: Meg Ruiz-Krause