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Changing Seasons: Feeling the Touch of the World

I wonder sometimes if I am simply dreaming this life, or whether I am being dreamed, instead.  In the past weeks, England has been heavily in my mind. At unexpected moments throughout the day — washing and cutting vegetables, walking the dogs, taking a shower — I suddenly see myself there, back in places familiar

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The Little Paris Bookshop

Books, like alluring strangers, can unexpectedly sweep you off your feet. Still, I hadn’t expected to be seduced and fall in love. A month or so ago, I picked up The Little Paris Bookshop while browsing at a somewhat unfriendly bookstore (it’s hard to believe that such places exist, it seems contrary to the nature of

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L’olivier: the Olive Tree

I wish this was made of olive wood. That was the thought that lingered in my mind as I stood at the sink, washing the stainless steel ladle I had used for scooping the evening’s homemade soup (organic broccoli and potato, in case you were curious). Despite my aptitude as a French-trained cook, the kitchen

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The Côte d’Azur

I’ve decided that the seagulls have a French accent. Sitting on a park bench, gazing at a harbor crowded with elegant boats and massive yachts, I’m basking in the sunshine while enjoying the foreign sights and sounds that surround me. Several of the exceedingly large seagulls (they could be albatross, actually) pace the pavement and

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Provence, 1970

I just finished a lovely book. For those who read the Soul Artist Journal on my Soul Quests website, you have probably noted that at the top of the sidebar of the SAJ page, just above the subscription feature, I list the book(s) that I’m currently reading. If you receive this via email, for better or

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