Stories Collected While Living in France
Amongst the flowers that fade
there is a spirit that does not grow pale,
reborn season after season,
tangible and fragrant.
Reminding us that life is more than the few petals and thorns we hold in our hands.
That which we cultivate in our souls does not die.
Water your life with open veins.
Corey, your words move me.
Lovely.
Corey, I’m going to jot this down and tuck it in my vanity (along with other small tidbits about precious life) to remember, remember, remember… whatever my mood may be that day.
YOU ARE
A POET !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
These words are so true and touching .
I wish I could translate them in french and they won’t loose anything !!!
I love the picture ..may I take the inpsiration for my herbiers ???
Corey, you continue to amaze and inspire me, with your words that stir the soul and light up the heart – even as you’re struggling to deal with so much, you are watering the souls of so many others, people you may never even meet. Thank you for your words, for being you. And I am so glad that your dad continues to hold his own, wishing him well. Continuing to keep him – and you – in my thoughts and prayers~XOX
inspiring words next to a fragile faded blossom perfectly capturing the sense of the repeating beauty of life!
simple yet beautiful post corey!!
Your words are magic to me
Keep them coming.
My continued love and prayers to you.
Love Jeanne
Beautiful poetry! Thank you for stopping by my blog yesterday – I really appreciate the welcome and encouragement!!
beautiful corey
Stunning image and the most beautiful words. Perhaps a little sweet book of your poetry with photos should be next – with a soft, French grey, pebbled leather cover and a silk ribbon to mark a special page.
I hope this weekend brings more healing for your dear Father. I know that time is at a standstill for you at this point – happy days need to return to lift your spirits. Are Yann and the children still with you to hold you close?
Sending love and prayers daily.
Fondly ~ Mary.
You continue to lift us up daily with your words and beautiful photographs…we should be lifting you up at this time!
Thanks Corey…you are loved!
I love your thirst for life! Wishing you a joyfilled weekend!
Beautifully said, Corey. I hope your father has a good day today.
Hi Corey,
Just getting caught up with all my reading today and was so sad when I read about your father’s condition. I can only send healing prayers and sweet thoughts your way, but know that they are sent with great affection!!!
Your poetry and photographs are beautiful and inspiring ~ I delight in them!
(((Many HUGS))),
Bebe 🙂
Hello my friend,
Hope your father is having a good day.
You too my dear.
Love your way,
Rosemary
What a splendid gift to be able to put plain old words together in such a way that they penetrate straight to the core.
I second the idea of a book of your poetry (accompanied by your pictures.) I would surely need one!
Beautiful…
I can see it!
Nancy
a beautiful musing from a beautiful soul…hugs and kisses, rebecca
Corey,
I think about you all of the time. As I was reading about the day in and day out at the hospital, it reminded me of days I spent with a love (my first true love). We were 20 years old. Ou vt of the blue in a very tragic manner, we found out he had aggresive cancer. He had to have two very traumatic surgeries. We spent months in the hospital.
I had found a place to sit and hide in his wing of the hospital. Watching the ins and outs of the hospital, I refelcted, and somehow, I myself changed from deep within to way outside…
There are so many worlds, so many ins and outs of life, so many millions of little worlds happening right inside our great big world. I send you so much love, and compassion. Vanessa
I am opening myself to this moment. I can hear the melting snow drip; I can see my love’s face soft & true as he sits next to me; I feel my spiritual veins rushing with life and expectation and joy. I am digging deeper and welcoming a spiritual awakening. This journey with you Corey is exhilarating!
Corey, a book from you would be a gift to the world.
what wonderful words, even in troubled times.
I contine to send healing thoughts to your father.
take care,
shirley
I was just reading my current Victoria Magazine and there was an article about you. I said to myself, this name is familiar, this story is familiar, why this is the blog I read! Wonderful article, beautiful photos, Corey. I also hope your father is on the road to recovery.
You never cease to amaze me that you can give us such wonderful thoughts even during a troubled time. sending healing thoughts for your father.
always, t.-
Lovely words. Thank-you for sharing, the photo makes me want to dry some flowers, or press them between some book pages. *DING DING* Oh good golly, I just remembered I have ferns pressed between some phone book pages…..when did I press them? Only about 5 or so years ago….haha thanks for the poem and for the mental reminder, albeit indirectly. hahaha
Ooooh…this is a beautiful image, Corey.
beautiful.
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