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The Studio Mercantile Art Print: Van Gogh Quote - Story Shifts
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Art Print: Van Gogh Quote - Story Shifts

$4.50

A soft reminder to listen with your whole heart on your soulful journey.

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A soft reminder to listen with your whole heart on your soulful journey.

A soft reminder to listen with your whole heart on your soulful journey.

This downloadable quote print features the timeless words of Vincent Van Gogh:
“I am seeking. I am striving. I am in it with all my heart.”

Written in elegant script and framed by splashes of watercolor, this piece is a quiet affirmation of inner wisdom. A companion for your soulful journey—for the moments you need a reminder that the answer lives within.

Display it in your journaling space, sacred nook, or creative corner as a visual whisper to listen inward, trust yourself, and follow the quiet hum of knowing.

Details:

• High-resolution PDF (8x10")
• Suitable for home printing or professional print services
• For personal use only

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I’m on a mission to:

Create a space for women like you who are ready to slow down, step back, and give themselves permission to be seen – not as they think they should be, but as they truly are.

You’ve lived a life, full of moments and seasons, and now you may be wondering how to integrate those pieces, how to honor what has been and make room for what is yet to come.

That’s the essence of The Soulful Journey. It isn’t about striving or pushing forward. It’s about allowing.


Allowing yourself to soften into your own becoming.
Allowing your story to reveal itself, layer by layer.
Allowing your creative spirit to lead you, gently, into a deeper relationship with yourself.

Welcome. You’re right on time.

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