Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred . . . let me sow love Where there is injury . . . pardon Where there is doubt…

                                     … Saint Teresa believed that love proved itself by how she lived her life, her daily activities she saw as prayer, from an early age she faithfully…

                         Each brick in the wall holds a story, some are worth keeping, others are not. When love becomes more than words, when its weight in gold is heavier than the bricks…

                          Because I cannot keep a secret! Can you?

                      Skin (peau,) that protective layer around your heart and soul, that when touched unites the three. Velvet. Stone. Sugar spilled on the floor stepped on underfoot. Wind blowing in your hair. Mist.…

                               Simple moments, that come without expectation, a few words that paint your heart a deeper color red. Something noticed not overlooked, a smile from a stranger, words of admiration…