Take wrong turns. Talk to strangers. Open unmarked doors. And if you see a group of people in a field, go find out what they are doing. Do things without always knowing how they’ll turn out. You’re curious and smart and bored, and all you see is the choice between working hard and slacking off.... Continue Reading →
First Swim Can Be Uncomfortable!
Oh we water signs! We could write poetry, paint, sing and talk about the imagery that water evokes in our minds and spirits. I call it the fountain of youth and definitely one of my muses. My little modest pool in my back patio area is my water spot. It is a distraction, my rest,... Continue Reading →
We Have Two Seconds and the First One’s Gone
A special friend told me this once, he said, "we only have two seconds, and the first one is already gone". That woke me up to the reality that each moment in this life is a precious gift, not to be wasted. Think on this as you enter each new day. I pray that you will... Continue Reading →
What I learned in Paris
I just returned from an adventure in Paris. For all the details of the trip, please visit my blog at http://www.2sistersinparis.wordpress.com. Love and Peace! Sandy
My Return from Paris
As I sat on the plane flying home from Paris, I was filled with emotions. Not just sadness for leaving, happiness for seeing my kids and loved ones, or relief for a comfy bed, but also the continued wonder of life I have experienced from this adventure.
Going to Paris this time was a choice to experience the culture, the food, wine, meet new friends, work, and take photos. I achieved all of this and more. From day one, I walked each day exploring sights and sounds and smells of this wonderful city. From the Boulangerie and it’s fresh pastries waking me up in the mornings with the most amazing smell wafting up through my windows, to the potpourri of perfume
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A visit with the poets
One more life The hills of Tuscany call my name Like I have lived beneath the branches of ancient cedars They call me to go higher One journey opens up another With scents of musk and lavender I am embraced by cobbled streets and fleas along the Seine Poets writing their mysteries Speaking to my... Continue Reading →

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