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French Flea Market
What moves you when your feet don’t? Jumped out of bed, late… 5:45 a.m. Drank grapefruit juice, and hesitated about going… "Should I add to my blog now or do…
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The Language of Words
One word, a few words…the power of the spoken word. The feeling a word can evoke, the cherished word, the cannot be forgotten word. The singing of words, the whisper,…
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Spark of Light
Light penetrates us like blood in our veins; it is life giving. it pours within us and reflects outward, the color of our soul is splashed on the walls of…
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Sharing Sacredness
Yesterday morning with lavender oil, soft music, a few French words, and a broken crystal, I went to my first rendez-vous. A session of sacred relaxation. A friend of a…
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A perfect place
the space in between past and future, the empty chair that calls our name, Be here now. one place or another …
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French Twist
Sacha and I are at the hairdresser's. I am looking at a magazine while Sacha is checking out his surroundings. The women waiting are admiring his curls and English vocabulary.…
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Somethings do not Change
When I lived in the monastery, our first words chanted at dawn were: "Oh Lord, open my lips and my mouth shall proclaim your praise!" I was in love with…
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Joyeuses Pâques!
My brother and I, 1961. We had matching sailors outfits. I had a bonnet, gloves and a white patine purse. Easter meant new clothes for church, waking up early and…
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Live your Gift
In Marseille, on a building is this large carved plaque. The paint is peeling and I can see that there is something underneath it..an image? ancient writing?…It has been covered…
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Good Friday
My Grandparent’s lives were one of work and prayer. They were farmers. They lived by their hands; large, soft, tender hands perfectly carved with time. Their prayers echo within my…
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