Silhouette in the morning, Jamaica
I think of each year as a large wicker basket, woven with strands of love, given to me to fill with intangible gifts. I think of each month, as a a garden-- one I walk through swinging my basket by my side and stopping in each month to fill it with moments and experiences …
"Buenos Dias, Buenos Dias," A little girl sings, waking me from sleep. I imagine her skipping down the cobblestone streets, rousing others with her song. Any bed with him is where I want to be:-)I opened my eyes and realized, last night was not a dream. I did arrive in Seville,…
With no lover to hold or pull me back to bed I wake early, drape my robe on and walk to the living room. I pull the shutters, gently, trying not to wake the children. The shutters open with a creak -- reminding me that shutters make noises and I can’t control these…
To love oneself is the beginning of a love affair that will last a lifetime.
Oscar Wilde