On the way to any French antique market or shop, my heart is racing with excitement. The way a corner of a cupboard can make me turn on my heels and want to race over and open it, or how…

Love has no beginning nor end, it can become tangled- hold on to your golden thread.

Be who you are. Be your best self. In fact be-your-not-so-perfect-self. Forgive yourself, and if it helps burp sometimes. As I say to my children when they think I am being eccentric or maybe just embarrassing: It doesn’t matter. I…

…………….Judgment….  the uncomfortable part of myself that has sat in the shadow of my being, came out and took a seat in the light today. Get away I screamed I do not like you… but closer it sat and rubbed…

Spirit of friendship, colors true in varied shades of sacred hues..joyous affirming tones of golden wheat, generous splashes of red pour into my heart, seeking…being holy communion for each other..the seeds we plant create the garden..to live and let live,…

What would happen, if you played hooky? If you just step aside? If not for the rest of your life, just for a day, or a few hours, or as long as a blink of the eye? What is your…