The voice of compassion speaks from a wounded heart. A heart that knows the price of love. Is the one that understands that love does not need to be perfect to be good.  

Yann, his mom and his sister in Normandy.   The magnificent natural landscaped beach at low tide.           the ever changing beach in Normandy. My MIL has been a walking /hiking person ever since I have…

(Photo by Yann)

  Being present to the moment- To the kaleidoscope of emotions, To the ever present play of light and darkness in the chasm. Sitting still in the pregnant space… waiting without hurried expectation.

      Down by the river, beyond the gate,  a dirt path winds this way and that, between the chestnut trees, the sunlight filters through the leaves, creating lace-like shadows on the ground. The water rushes by and it…

  The church was open late in the evening the only light came from the candles lite by devotion and prayer requests there were a few people silently praying the moment I entered I felt love, sadness, peace and a …