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Climbing to the top in Les Baux

I make my slow accent to the top of the castle.  I say slow because the stairs where well worn and very steep.  I felt like I was scaling a mountian and had to use the hand rail to hoist me to the next step. This was one of the

Chateau des Baux-de-Provence

As I sift through photos of my recent adventures I keep thinking how camera crazy I was. Like a tourist but also like a hungry artist let loose in her best situation.  This was it.  The moment.  I am in it; I am present.  Everything is hyper clear.  As if

The Fete Renaissance – Lourmarin

This is Nathalie.  She is my new friend I met the first week of my stay in Lauris.  She is an artist who mainly works in printmaking. Her dog is named Boggie and her cat is Minette.  There are a lot of stray cats in the village and Nathalie decide

The Swing Of Things

Spring is in the swing. The planets have been positioned for this moment of intensity.   All we can do is breathe into it and move with the current. I have been thinking about so many things.  The choir in my head sings. A journey awaits and I am ready to

A Certain Kind Of Person

I am lost in the folds of the fabric I create.  My identity cannot be separated from the color and the stains that bleed across the fiber.  I am an agent for nature and in turn she is my one true love.  Most people find love and share with other

I Feel Something

I am the light of love I am the core I seek It fits over my shoulders and warms all of the chakras below From my head down to my feet I feel love. It moves me to create, To translate this great love into a story that everyone can

Tiger Trance

    The Tiger still wanders…… Why cant you sense me? Why do you hide in the shadows? I fear I will never meet you. I am loosing fate that my heart can be soothed. I am becoming hardened. Time passes and you are not here, I am sad, I

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