French la Vie

                      Behind my childhood home runs a canal. In the distance the smallest, largest mountain range appears surrounded by farmland and old roads. Since the part of California were I…

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                        This is their first day of summer, or better known as the first day of summer vacation. Sacha and his four cousins (two are not mention on the list…

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Strangely wonderful. That is what it felt like to see Sacha after nearly four months of separation. He seemed taller, more grown up, I could see my father's eyes in…

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                        Sacha's long awaited return to a world that has been turned around. I hope you find it as magical as it was, even though a familiar part is missing. We…

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                        Under a looking glass things are magnified. The little girl sits and looks upward. Curious how her feelings are not just a heart on sleeve, but literally heart in…

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                               The broken window remains open to the light. It does not surrender its gift, its purpose…and by doing so it is open to new life. Have you seen where brokenness creates…

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                         A French cafe in Paris near Montmarte. A red door, a checked curtain, and "cafe" written in typical French script. In the distant background Edith Piaf is singing… la vie en…

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                    The touch, the tender moment when all stands still,   when the invisible force of mystery walks with us, when without introduction, we feel…

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                              The space in between. That is what this feeling is… not here nor there, not yesterday or tomorrow. It is the feeling of being somewhere in between. I…

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A delicate rose bowed her head. …the entire garden was full of roses, the scent intoxicating, I soaked it up-   "Paradise." I lost myself to the pleasure of not having to do anything but…

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