Stories Collected While Living in France
Home.
That is where my heart goes,
That is where I find my roots that hold me in place,
That is where the long road ends, where the green never seems less green.
Home is where my soul knows no bounds, and my arms never tire.
Home, that is where I am when I feel the distance between the
Here and now, I don't have words, nor do I need them.
Home is no longer an external place; it is within me. It rises from the core of my being,
Like a spring that goes beyond space and time.
Home sweet home forever a haven in the storms of life
Blessings
Happy Mother’s day
Love Jeanne
Bonjour Corey,
Yes, happy US Mother’s Day; we who live in France are fortunate to celebrate twice!
Your prose is profound, and I hope you will repurpose parts of your blog into a book (as I did a decade ago) and consider publishing it; in addition to sharing your talents with the world, we can also invite you to present at our annual event in Nice, Meet the Authors!
Bon dimanche,
Beautifully written, dear friend, beautifully written.
Love,
Kathy
Beautiful!
You also have a way with words.
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