In our French village, next to the church, there is a door to the ancient sinner’s chapel. It is locked and abandon. Hundred’s of years ago, it was…

To gather ones life and put it on… to be happy with it, to look gently at the thorns, the browning of the petals as a gift, to breath in the beauty of living as if it were the first…

                             When we find a place that calls our name…like hearing poetry, where the lines become arrows piercing our very being. Where doubt cannot come, and freedom to be extends her…

       Okay, I use to dress Chelsea up like a doll; and take pictures of her.           You gotta know I couldn’t drive, I was alone, it was winter… Paris was cold, grey and rainy, and…

Today, marks six months that I have had a blog. I have posted something every single day since I took on the dare six months ago. Many many thanks to all of you, for your encouragment, kindness, lovely packages tied…

Wake up, walk around the house, look at every little thing. Scratch your head. Wander, hum, when you see the smile of the ridiculously happy little lambs- wonder if they have a story to tell? Listen by looking. Take in…