Sculpted By Hand
Inside his head he was organizing the various shapes that he had collected over time. It was a mysterious process and he felt that he had no control over it. He tried to interfere but he failed. Each time. From a distance the silent audience could observe in details how every single muscle in his face moved. An interesting landscape of interaction. A tourist attraction for the awakened souls. They kept on watching, as if they were witnessing something very special. He had no clue that he was the object of their attention. Luckily, otherwise he would not have been at his best.
His hands were strong. Solid tools. The skin on his hands told a story. Sad and beautiful parts in it. Like most stories in the world of living experiences. Unique wrinkles decorated single chapters. With no beginning and no ending. He looked out for the clay. In the cabinet close to his feet he found what he needed. The color of his eyes matched the color of the clay. A shade of grey. Messy floor. It helped him to stay focused. He started to give birth to the image in his head. She arrived in his mind months ago and it was time to let her out.
All dimensions were known. Almost as if he had everything on paper. She was still a child. In the making. His making. He built her up from the bottom to the top. Perfection. Sculpted by hand. Her hair was long. Wild too. Short cut on the forehead. When he made her eyebrows and her eyes, he was surprised. She ressembled someone. Someone that he once knew. The master stopped. Deeply reflecting. He would finish the colors of her eyes later. But he saw them already in his mind's eye. Gorgeous. Oh my gosh.
The radio in the corner of his office caught his attention. The song talked to him. Lyrics of deep ocean love. A hidden message that he understood. The audience had several question marks. What was happening here? Her arms were completed. She stretched one arm and his heart beat went up. She was alive. When he put her mouth together, he realized that she would speak to him. He was prepared for that moment. Her lips curled. She was a happy soul. He did not dare to work on her feet because she would ran into the nearest forest to play.
Her goddess mother appeared in the corner of the office. Long feminine dress. Elegant and connected with the power of the magical forces in the universe. Once upon a time he made a promise to her that he would put their love child in the open air. When the time was right. They loved each other in a way that no human being could ever grasp. She was part of the audience now. Waiting for the object of art to be revealed to the whole world. The child looked at him and her voice expressed gratitude.
A loud sound. He fell from his chair. The child noticed how he lost his consciousness. Long enough to make a difference. The goddess in the audience was aware that she could not support in this particular moment. She had to surrender. It was meant to be. The child took over the role of the sculptor. Unfinished business. Her father had his eyes closed. With careful love she added some touching details. The corner of his eyes changed direction. He opened his eyes again. Her face was full of wonder. He never saw such a divine being before. In an instant he saw her whole life flashing before his eyes.
Her mother read the same book. They both were content and excited. Each chapter contained sweetness and sometimes there was a shadowside. However she was made from the finest substances and had the key to master all challenges. She asked if he could finish her feet. Her playfulness could not be stopped. A green dress. Green shoes. She attracted all what she needed with her thoughts. A seed of love, once deeply felt, always finds room to grow when the time and place align to pure beauty and bliss. The laughter of the child confirmed true mastery of the heart. Dancing feet. So sweet.
By Liesbeth Leysen
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Liesbeth Leysen (1971) was born in Herentals, Belgium, to Belgian parents with French, German and Dutch blood. She grew up in Mol, Belgium, but as a global quadrilingual EN-FR-DE-NL business professional with a master in translation (Belgium) she spent a decade of her life in Germany (practical work experience), Luxembourg (4 years) and Switzerland (5 years). She returned to Belgium in 2015.
Her strong interest and passion for coaching and excellence in leadership and management resulted in a certified executive coaching certification at the Goldsmith Stakeholder Centered Coaching' (US) and a Master of Science degree in International Management (UK).
Furthermore Liesbeth loves to learn and to apply helpful insights from multiple behavioral sciences such as psychology and anthropology to dismantle self-imposed and forced limitations in order to liberate the full potential of the individual.
As a little girl she was in love with books, she just could not stop reading. She is actively involved as Published Author, VIP and Brand Ambassador at beBee. Grateful for her own joyful reading experience, Liesbeth wants to set the hearts of her audience on fire.
Liesbeth discovered that her passionate purpose in life is to make a difference with truthful and emotional cinematic storytelling. She is enthusiastic to learn to master this craft more and more. Success starts with taking that first step in the right direction.
Liesbeth always follows her heart and her dreams. The driving force throughout her life is the awareness that we are the only one who can make our dreams come true. Therefore we need to embrace the role of movie director, assume full responsibility for our choices, decisions and actions to create thoses scenes that really add meaning and fulfillment to our lives.