My Mother often said, “Use your pretty things, don’t hide them away for safe keeping! You know life is too short and one day when you’re dead, and your pretty things have collected enough dust to bury you, your children…

Worn, faded covers, tattered, spotted, aged, a page turner in their day! Eighteenth century paper-back books gathered, what do they say? Ah! On the pages of my life what is written? Do I like the story that is unfolding? Is…

The sun sends forth the last rays of light, as it pours through my kitchen window it spreads across the table,  I smile as I witness the simple beauty of the moment. The giving of light, letting go freely, and…

Very early this morning I stepped out to our village’s bi-annual *brocante fair. As soon as the *mistral slapped my face I knew it was going to be a game only for the fittest. With my scarf wrapped around my…

Enjoy the boredom, enjoy the silence, enjoy the sleepless night, enjoy the guilty feelings. Enjoy the traffic-jams, enjoy the pants that are too tight, and the glass that is half empty. enjoy the stress of day-to-day living. Each step on…

I long to be aware of the moment before waking. To know it each morning–Before one world ends and another begins. Awareness of the transition, sleeping to awakening and awakening to sleeping. For each moment is a deep reality. ROME:…