Yann and I are visiting our close friends Laurie and Willie in Southern Italy. I was here in February and, like my last visit I fell in love again, so much so that I begged Yann to come with…

These trees leaned towards the river, with their roots woven into the soil. Many walked carefully along this narrow path for hundreds of years, not to hook their foot into the trees' roots.  How often I stood there casting a…

  Yesterday morning- A spectacular sunrise show appeared outside my bedroom window. Pink wispy clouds. Mesmerized, I was by the beautiful morning and the distant bird song that carried me somewhere spiritual in an instant.  The gift of life before…

          Open heart pomegranates delicately hang on barren branches under a cold blue sky. Surrounding harvested fields echo their farewell song.