Category: Living in France
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The First Day of School
School starts today in France. The backpacks are packed with reams of paper, ink pens, rulers and the other required tools for school work. Sacha starts…
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Stone Fountain in our Garden, Doesn’t it Look Like it Has Been Around Since Forever?
A building was destroyed in Marseille. I recuperated the carved stones. The hunk stonemason created a fountain using the stone slabs. 52 stones stand strong smiling. Stone by stone, thought by thought, hand and heart, we can rebuild something from…
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Returning to France
Our bags are stuffed. Today we leave California for France. Home to home. Tears in our eyes. Hearts carrying more than our 50 pound limit. Bittersweet goodbyes, cracking the surfaces and flooding the damns. Baseball, and baguettes we hold smiling,…
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Blue Bird
I do not want to leave, I am happy where I am. The grass is green, the sun is warm, and the spot is good. I like it here. Simple. Honest. Home. Sacha…
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Dreaming and Feasting
Shakespeare writes in Macbeth… Dreams are the chief nourishers in life's feast… I believe dreams speak to us of feelings and or thoughts that we have during the day that go unexpressed or unnoticed. Dreams are the language of…
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And the Beat Goes On
We all have a bad habit, some of mine include: Taking big bites- Putting my foot in my mouth- Waiting until the last minute- and amongst numerous others, I…