Traveling the spiritual journey. Taking the inner road. Following the path that leads from the heart, that echos the soul, that opens our eyes to seeing that which is longing to be seen. A spiritual journey is not only…

The sky at sunset in Cassis, photo by Chelsea.   Everyday it happens, so much does. If Chelsea hadn't sent me this photo I would not have known of  the glorious sunset. In the whole of my life, how few…

  I grew up around cows, rice fields, home cooking, and motorcycles.  My father rode every kind of bike in every kind of race, my brothers followed suit. I remember his races at cycle-land, his enduro adventure in Nevada, his…

  Yesterday was one of the hottest days in France since 1945. But they say today might be hotter. I do not care for the heat, I dream of air conditioning, a pool, a cook and the renovation in our…

    Don’t most young people who love antiques start with a bottle collection? I had a brown bottle when I was thirteen, I have misplaced it over the years, maybe it is in the closet back at my mother’s…

  The Girl with a Pink Rose on her Hat- A postcard found years ago at some little flea market in France. I kept it. It has followed me for years, sitting on my desk, wedged between the glass pane…