we went to bed a wee bit late morning came with seconds  the fountains greeted us as chirpy as the hirondelles. we are heading to the voting polls a critical vote.

Deep in the Provençal countryside our friend Philippe had his annual summer party. This view, rolling green, steady charm, Peter Mayle’s words in reality to see a video go on my Facebook. French Party Scene First, you do not arrive…

Nourishment for the soul,  late in the afternoon,  a cool breeze caresses while standing in the garden, toes wiggle in muddy silk,  Sun-ray halos, I bite into the fresh tomato Juice runs down my chin, down my neck, between my…

Creative power is a mighty force when unleashed; one way or another, it has its way of igniting us, and the flame can set fire for others to do the same and discover their own creative force. Those of you…

When we repeatedly ask ‘why,’ we can delve deeper into a question. If we continue to ask, we can eventually get to the root of the issue and, from there, understand the source and the truth or be in awe…