Month: August 2025
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The Little Things
Noticing is a form of devotion. A jar of threads, stamps, worn bits of velvet ribbon—is not about grandeur.It’s about the quiet, the overlooked, the things you almost threw away but didn’t.Because something in them whispered “remember.” A chipped charm. A…
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Summer Time
Warmth drapes the day—yellow on yellow. Little hands clutch sweet corn, Butter glistening- Soaked in sun and summer.
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The Project: The Ancient Stone Frame
Our friends had this incredible stone piece—massive, weathered, and full of character. We believe it once framed a window in an old church, possibly from a couple of centuries ago. Can you imagine its history? The mason who carved it?…
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Bathed in Beauty
A winding road, dry grass bending with the breeze.Stone underfoot, warm from the day.A door opened—long ago, still open. We’ve come again. Vines stretch lazily over the hill,olive trees whispering their promise for October.The twist and turn of their trunks,In…
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Three Glasses on a Wooden Table
Three glasses sat on the wooden table. Sunlight poured through them— soft, clear, simply lovely. I don’t know why they caught my attention.Or what they were trying to say. But something about them—the stillness,the way the light held inside the…
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Between Two Worlds
When I returned to France from California, where time didn’t wait for jet lag to pass. The days were full — intensely so — and yet, it’s in that fullness that I’m reminded why I do what I do. Some…