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French la Vie
Provence, France
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Marrakesh, Morocco... An ancient harem, light danced like many scarves across the threshold I could hear the bells on their feet and smelled the perfume in their hair, my imagination swirled me to another time. The first time I went to Morocco was with my cousin Julie. I wish I could be near her now but since I cannot travel my spirit is with her Brave on Julie! Continue reading
Posted yesterday at French la Vie
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Today Gabriel called me by a name and continued to say my new name over and over. Each time he would say my name I would respond, »I E loves Gabriel. » Eventually I E will become Vavie. Yann’s name so far is « BaBa » which will become Grand PaPa. Unless of course we just let it go and adopt these names. I E ok. Continue reading
Posted yesterday at French la Vie
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Walking... one step in front of the other begging my thoughts to fall like seeds to the ground how they hang on and turn over, and intertwine with one another until at last with yet another step, the waterfall takes them. My steps breath The littlest flowers look up at me "I see you" and bend down with ease. Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at French la Vie
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On auction today there was this... a textile fragment which was a piece of Marie-Antoinette's clothing. Seriously why does this sort of thing grab my attention? The trip it takes me on... First thought: OMG I want it. Second thought: Yeah at 1200 Euros beginning bid I do not think that is going to be a realistic option. Third thought: Dang to think most likely someone is going to bid 5000 euros and take it home. Fourth thought: 5000 euros can feed a lot of people or at least this should go to a museum. and on and on my mind wanders from wanting, to reasoning, to listening, to wondering ... to settle on being happy that I am able to see these things. What object/thing do you take a fancy to regardless if it is reasonable? Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at French la Vie
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Pam’s husband Rick has sent me daily messages regarding his lovely wife Pam. I am happy to say there is good news! Pam is recovering she is breathing and eating on her own! The days ahead will be filled with hope and thanksgiving and regaining her strength and mobility. Whew! Thank you for your everything. Good news feels so divine. Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at French la Vie
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excerpt from Johnny Sun's book Goodbye Again Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at French la Vie
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Walking every day of the year allows me to see the transformation brought on by each season, also where flowers grow outside the boundaries of properties. Clipper in the pocket off I go hello, lilacs, rosemary, almond blossoms... Do any of you know the name of the pink beaded flower branch? It is a tree blossom. Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at French la Vie
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At the moment and maybe for a while longer I will be posting quotes that speak to me and or a sweet photo as I take a step back to let myself catch up with what has happened and what is happening. Haven’t we all at one time or another needed time to just say okay here I am and let it just sit in our lap while we hold on to it, Thank you for your comments, your thoughts, your miracles shared and sadness expressed. My heart has thought of many of you especially Alan, Jill, Tom, Antonette, Pam, Ellen, Wanda, G, and so many more. Continue reading
Posted Apr 14, 2021 at French la Vie
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Yesterday, I received again devastating news about my cousin Julie, Sacha's Buddhamere. If I wasn't so sad I would have had time to feel downright mad at the God I call Love. I know Love has no bounds and that God can take my anger with a grain of salt. Some hit pillows I have a good go at God, it helps to be able to dump it somewhere and not be judged but restored. My cousin suffered several subarachnoid hemorrhages. The outlook wasn't promising she was incubated. The thought was to prepare for the worse. Then a miracle. My cousin sat up! Was breathing on her own, recognized people, could speak, moved her limbs... ate a yogurt. The doctor declared, « It is a miracle! » and that is not usually what doctors say unless they mean it. Yesterday morning I was devastated, stunned but by late last night a complete change to Julie’s story. I spoke with her I said, »You are an f-ing miracle! » she laughed a weak laugh, "Yeah," she said. then I added, « You are like Jesus reincarnated! » Life is one big adventure we’re wonders never cease. Yesterday was my father’s birthday. May this incredible joy continue bringing my cousin Julie healing, wholeness, and strength! And may it bring you to hope in what you are longing for. The last conversation I had with her was a day or two ago and she said, she was looking for adventure... Julie has a big adventure ahead of her, I pray it goes as well as this moment appears. I pray it is one long beautiful rich miracle ride, I pray that I might see her again so I can hit her, and then hug her for a long time. Thank you again and again for the love you bring and the kindness you afford me. It has been an emotionally overloaded year ... so dear God, slow it down, let's have some boring uneventful, twiddle my thumbs, and plenty of time to be with Gabriel. Continue reading
Posted Apr 12, 2021 at French la Vie
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Miracles Happen and when they do there is a joyous elation of life, love, and a boost to faith. Whether the miracle is big or small and for however long Continue reading
Posted Apr 11, 2021 at French la Vie
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My mother always said, "When someone dies everyone is very present to the loved ones for the first few weeks, which is good and needed. But do not forget in six months, or even a year after that those who have lost someone still need loving attention, maybe even more so as the weeks turn into months as life goes on for those who haven't suffered, but those who have suffered, suffer long after." Sometimes it is difficult to know what to say, or how to say it, or if it should be said... No words are needed to show love. nor to be loving-kindness. Wherever we are there is something to share. To be present to silence. A gentle smile. Tears are okay. Tears make room Gentle bloom. Petal by petal, rain or shine. Standing alone if need be. Adding light to the darkness. Side by side. Gentleness. Togetherness. A place to exhale. An open invitation to be there. Continue reading
Posted Apr 10, 2021 at French la Vie
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Thank you for all your loving attention and kindness. Haven't we all had a complicated ongoing year plus, and for some it has been terribly hard. Thank you for your love sent to Pam, she is in need of every ounce of healing. With Cynthia's passing so many memories have been stirred up. I hope to share some as time goes on. As Annie said, "It takes courage to grow old." I see more and more what she meant by that. Continue reading
Posted Apr 9, 2021 at French la Vie
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Pam a longtime reader of my blog who has become a friend of mine is in the hospital with pneumonia and is intubated. Her husband Rick has asked me to pray and I am asking you to join with me to ask for healing grace and gentleness to surround her. Continue reading
Posted Apr 8, 2021 at French la Vie
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Paris 1989 (repost from 2006) Once upon a time and one time only, did French Husband help deliver a wedding cake for our dear American friend Cynthia, who had an American bakery in Paris. Cynthia who introduced chocolate chip cookies, brownies, cheesecake, bear claws, and muffins to the Parisians back in 1988, decided to try her hand with wedding cakes, à la Américain style. French wedding cakes are little cream puffs stacked like a Christmas tree... Not at all the same thing. The first order came, the cake was baked, decorated, and ready to go. Cynthia delivered her cookies, brownies, and other baked goods with a bicyclette that had an over-sized-basket-like-thing attached to the back. I called it the "coffin-on-wheels"... imagine riding that thing in Paris. There was no way that this wedding cake could ride in the back... alone... safely. Cynthia called a taxi. The taxi driver looked at the cake and shook his head, "Pas possible!" The wedding bells were ringing, the three-tier wedding cake with its fresh cream frosting had to be delivered. The cake was the size of America. "How am I going to get this wedding cake to the reception?" fretted Cynthia who hopelessly looked at me who had her own little America, an eight-month bun in the oven. French Husband, who would do anything for 10 grams of chocolate, accepted the deal: Two dozen brownies - if he would sit in the back of the coffin-on wheels, while another guy peddled clear across Paris to deliver the wedding cake. Imagine the bride and groom's surprise when they saw their wedding cake arrive, barely in one piece, straddled between the legs of a Frenchman. Oh la la. -------------------------- In loving, sweet, funny memories of my dear friend Cynthia who died today. Oh Cynthia! What memories you gave us when we first arrived in Paris. I smile through the tears just recalling them! Godspeed dear sweet baker! Turkey story (Cynthia was one of our friends who took home Turkey. She wanted the turkey and could not bake it in her shop ovens as she was baking pecan and pumpkin pies for the Americans in Paris that Thanksgiving. Cynthia's cheesecake Continue reading
Posted Apr 7, 2021 at French la Vie
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(Quote from Instagram. The antique santon belongs to Dorlis a wonderful artist and curator of beautiful things. The crown of thorns was made by my friend Philippe. The two of them had a stunning exposition for Holy Week.) Continue reading
Posted Apr 6, 2021 at French la Vie
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All Text and Photos by Mangus Wennam 2016 “For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me. “They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ “He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’” Photo and Text Magnus Wennman Mahdi, 1½, in Horgos, Serbia Mahdi is 1½ years old. He has only experienced war and flight. He sleeps deeply despite the hundreds of refugees climbing around him. They are protesting against not being able to travel further through Hungary. On the other side of the border, hundreds of police are standing. They have orders from the prime minister, Viktor Orban, to protect the border at all costs. The situation is becoming more desperate, and the day after the photo is taken, the police use tear gas and water cannons on the refugees. Photo and Text Magnus Wennman Fatima, 9, in Norberg, Sweden Every night Fatima dreams that she’s falling from a ship. Together with her mother, Malaki, and her two siblings Fatima fled from the city of Idlib when the Syrian national army senselessly slaughtered civilians in the city. After two years in a refugee camp in Lebanon, the situation became unbearable and they made it to Libya, where they boarded an overcrowded boat. On the deck of the boat, a very pregnant woman gave birth to her baby after 12 hours in the scorching sun. The baby was a stillbirth and was thrown overboard. Fatima saw everything. When the refugee’s boat started to take on the water they were picked up by the Italian coast guard. Since 2011, more than 4 million Syrians have been forced from their homes in the face of the ongoing war in the country. Roughly half of them are children. Photo and text Magnus Wennman Swedish photographer and twice-winner of the World Press Photo awards Magnus Wennman has been photographing Syrian refugees in refugee camps across the Middle East and on journeys... Continue reading
Posted Apr 3, 2021 at French la Vie
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There is a beginning to every end. There is light in darkness. There is forgiveness and suffering. Prayer doesn’t always bring you what you want nor what you need. it is okay to doubt, to be mad and not want to hear someone tell you how to be better. Continue reading
Posted Apr 2, 2021 at French la Vie
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What are some of your reflections after this year living with Covid? (photo and text via my friend Rachel Baker’s Instagram.) I have various covid reflections rambling around in me but what strikes me most is the daily conversation about this subject the actual living through it each step and wondering will it ever end if we do not help the less fortunate receive a vaccine? Continue reading
Posted Apr 1, 2021 at French la Vie
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Gabriel's daycare was short-lived. He started last week. Since September I had been going to and from Paris every week to watch him. I was sad to give up my role but happy too to have my days back at home. And happy that he could play with other children, which he hasn't been able to most of his little life. Tonight France goes into deeper lockdown. All schools will close down for one month. Daycare included (there are far more restrictions put into place but mainly we have been semi-lockdown since October. Martin, Chelsea, and Gabriel arrive tonight to stay with us. As they both have been working from home for over a year due to Covid. The silver lining: I have my babysitting role back! Spring with a toddler makes for happier days. Brocante takes the back burner. Continue reading
Posted Mar 31, 2021 at French la Vie
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What is perfection? What is loved- What is created for someone- and cherished- even when it is worn true. what is perfection? a loaf of bread, a lily and contentment in the simple things that nourish us and bring beauty. Continue reading
Posted Mar 30, 2021 at French la Vie
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When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other. ~Chinese Proverb (thank you Jeanne for sharing this quote with me) Continue reading
Posted Mar 29, 2021 at French la Vie
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I see trees of green Red roses too I see them bloom For me and for you And I think to myself What a wonderful world I see skies of blue And clouds of white The bright blessed day The dark sacred night And I think to myself What a wonderful world The colors of the rainbow So pretty in the sky Are also on the faces Of people going by I see friends shaking hands Saying, "How do you do?" They're really saying "I love you" I hear babies cry I watch them grow They'll learn much more Then I'll ever know And I think to myself What a wonderful world. Louis Armstrong Continue reading
Posted Mar 28, 2021 at French la Vie
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