Stories Collected While Living in France
The sea reminds me of prayer.
No words needed.
Ebb and flow of thoughts, pouring out, disappearing in the sand as the tide flows over it.
Steady strong softness unwinding and gathering.
Moving with the tide, letting go, letting be-
Seashells toss and turn becoming sand.
Moving with the tide, buoyant letting go, letting be
Diving deep and surfacing.
The flow and beauty of life! Love the poem and picture!
One day, I’m going to buy your book. 💕 You and yours, in my thoughts and prayers daily.
So lovely are your words always
Love Jeanne
letting go, letting be…and resurfacing. I read hope in this message. Merci
You must, you must publish your writings and photos. The whole world needs to read and see the path you lead us down. Thank you so much.
Beautiful, touching words written from your heart. Thank you, dear friend.
Oh yes, the sea feeds my soul.
Beautiful photo wrapped in beautiful words. There’s a reason they sound the same: “la mer” and “La mère.” I can always find peace there.
This is so profound, miss u, C. Take care
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