The song of the seashell and the breaking wave, the song the moonbeam makes upon the silent sky, the song of flip flops as they walk on sand, the…

                               Five-forty-five in the morning, sunlight pouring in my window, wildly the birds are singing like there is no tomorrow, in tune with the rustling of the trees and the…

                          There tucked away in my hand-made life are the prayers of healing, the notes to remind myself of things I cannot forget. I have this see through life, it is like…

                      Words, the small sound that comes from our mouth that can trigger an array of emotion, the written word with its power to tell us a story, some words we want to…

                       The steps to happiness, the path we try to find, that which sets our days aglow…is finding contentment in where and who we are. Seeing the path. Trusting each of our steps…

                            Words surrounded her, as did the star, small chips of diamonds flickers of light, les mots tendre, je suis la… Flowers grew from the seeds, 'famille, maison, tache de chocolat…'…