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Do you answer Yes with your Life?
Questions Chelsea asked me when she was three years old: Where is heaven? What does it mean to die? When I yawn why do my eyes water? How does water…
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All we need we have Within
French Husband went to Malaysia with a friend. They went trekking in the jungle and exploring the sun on deserted islands. When Sacha saw the back pack that Yann was…
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Being
Such beauty in the silence of time made still. The gift of being with oneself and knowing love. Do we give time to the silence of our being? Do we…
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Headache
I hate headaches. I have had them since I was a kid. I was told not to say, HATE. It was a bad word in our house. I HATE headaches!…
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French Flea Market
What moves you when your feet don’t? Jumped out of bed, late… 5:45 a.m. Drank grapefruit juice, and hesitated about going… "Should I add to my blog now or do…
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The Language of Words
One word, a few words…the power of the spoken word. The feeling a word can evoke, the cherished word, the cannot be forgotten word. The singing of words, the whisper,…
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Spark of Light
Light penetrates us like blood in our veins; it is life giving. it pours within us and reflects outward, the color of our soul is splashed on the walls of…
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Sharing Sacredness
Yesterday morning with lavender oil, soft music, a few French words, and a broken crystal, I went to my first rendez-vous. A session of sacred relaxation. A friend of a…
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A perfect place
the space in between past and future, the empty chair that calls our name, Be here now. one place or another …
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French Twist
Sacha and I are at the hairdresser's. I am looking at a magazine while Sacha is checking out his surroundings. The women waiting are admiring his curls and English vocabulary.…
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