The day started with Sacha making home made pancakes. Amylia came to visit us from California, she is the daughter of one of my most treasured friends… Erika.     The pancakes literally made me gain two…

                                  When we find a place that calls our name in a way that it feels like a sacred song as if hearing poetry where the lines become arrows…

            Little sweet things collected over time and now going across the sea to new homes. I have been posting brocante finds on Instagram. If you are interested in seeing more please follow me under…

  Sipping and savoring these sacred summer day moments   without gulping down the deliciousness.

Real Blooms after years without much perhaps a stitch or pin to a hat or collar perfuming imagination no need for water or pruning, nor sunshine real blooms  the unfolding beauty of age.  

      There is a place between heaven and earth, between the mind and the heart,  between ourselves and each other, a sacred place where the imagination grows, where the spirit expands, where life fully lives. The door is…