There are moments
one can never forget —
moments where the sacred and
the beautiful cross paths
in perfect harmony.
It was late afternoon,
just after four o’clock.
I was on my way to pick up
my daughter, Tiffany,
wrapped in my crimson Givenchy
coat and wearing my
Louboutin heels —
a scene that had become part of
my daily ritual.
And yet, on this day,
something was different.
I suddenly wished to hear
The Harmonious Blacksmith.
As I walked beneath the
Parisian sky, its melody, infused
with the pianist’s spirit, merged
with the rhythm of my steps —
and I found myself enveloped
in the invisible order of the universe.
In that moment,
my soul was seized by the
beauty of perfect alignment —
where music, motion
and silence breathed as one.
Then, quietly,
an email arrived.
And as I read it,
I felt what cannot be seen —
a world that exists beyond sight,
a miracle that can only be sensed
through the intuition of the heart.
That was
what I understood —
the Silent Art.
A world where
words are unnecessary.
A realm where true
beauty speaks through
vibration, not voice.
It was in that moment
that I found myself gently
aligning this revelation
with the philosophy of high heels.
For what I wish to share
has never been
only about walking.
It is about this very mystery —
this sacred beauty
that lives between each breath,
each gesture,
each heartbeat of elegance.
“Art begins where words end.”
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