Nearly eighteen years ago I started this blog… every day some little note is added.
I grew up in a small rural town called Willows
My journey included a million first cousins, four brothers, studying depth psychology, praying, cooking, and doing retreat work on CJ Jung while living in a Benedictine monastery in New Mexico.
I hiked the Grand Canyon, wished on stars, and worked for the
Catholic Church in San Francisco. It was there that I fell
in love against the odds at the Ibeam with a Frenchman who happened to be on vacation.
He collected his "belle souvenir" and moved back to his homeland: France.
Over thirty years ago, two beautiful children, a son in law, two wee ones, and many containers
of French antiques, I am still tripping over my tongue gathering
adventures at the flea markets.
Most days I am happily walking somewhere in
Provence smiling while whispering over the waves: thank you xx
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