« We do not get what we expect, we stumble on cracks and are faced with imperfections.  Bonds are tested and tightened. and our landscape shifts In sunshine and shade.   There is light.   There…

This was the view from the brocante today. It was over a 100 degrees. Afterwards, we went to dinner and sat in the shade, the weather started to cool off. Before long it started to hail. So strange to feel…

Our home is going to look like a church if I keep this up.

  What story are we living in? What story are we sharing? What story are we listening to? Are we the storyteller?Or the one who listens? Or maybe some of us drink it in and process it later?    …

Yann, his sister Arnelle and his mother.