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The Symbolism of the Day
Yesterday tears spilled every few seconds. They started when I went to see my friend Shelley… On the way to her house I drove by the elementary school. In the playground…
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The Truth about an Apple Day
Walk up to an apple tree & introduce yourself by giving it a hug. Ask it if you might climb up into its branches. Find a comfortable spot deep within…
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Serving up Country
The look of country, is the feel of my mother's style. My mom loves dark earthy colors, I prefer light colors but we both dig things that are…
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Country Olympics
When you live in the country you create your own fun. No need for fancy gear, nor snazzy design labels, heck you don't even need to wear shoes. A…
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Living Your Dream Fifteen Minutes a Day
I popped into an antique shop with my cousins the other day and the owner started sharing his philosophy about life. Rarely do…
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Will the Real Ms. Arc Please Stand Up
Sacha asked me, "Mom, why is Joan of Arc called Joan and not Jean?" Thinking, to myself where is he going with this, he loves tricky questions, and I always…
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Pure Gift in Each Step
French Husband returned to France and I will soon follow with Sacha at the end of the month. Chelsea awaits in France for the car keys (she did not…
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The Gift of Love
With abundant love comes the possiblity to freely unfold to the center of yourself.
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How to have pure clean Fun
With one hand stir gravel on the ground until the dirt separates creating billows of powdery dust. Stir until your hand is thickly covered with dirt, appearing to have a glove on it.…
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A Mouse in the House
In Sacha's breast pocket sits a new friend: A small charcoal mouse named, "Chewy." I am afraid of cats and dogs, though mice do not bother me. I didn't…
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