Found this antique medal in the bottom of a box. It seemed to be longing without end. Who did it belong to? What was the sadness that she endured ? Was she hoping yet not believing? Did the ache go…

                               Stories collected, memories gathered, thoughts that keep me going on dark days. The patterns in the sky, the unfolding of hearts, life in the monastery and how I learned…

The Mediterranean sea, at the Bay of Angels.  Open market every Wednesday in our village. Old colorful facades Cobblestone cafes The beautiful life, bathing beauties taking in the sun. Reasons to hang around the South of France!

The passage came within a dream, in barely a whisper, an echo of long ago reminding me… open the door, move away the fear, go where you dare not, follow the path, and there- I would find you, your hand,…

On the way to any French antique market or shop, my heart is racing with excitement. The way a corner of a cupboard can make me turn on my heels and want to race over and open it, or how…

Love has no beginning nor end, it can become tangled- hold on to your golden thread.