Monthly Archives: August 2016

‘Beyond The Borders’

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you-it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you…Hopefully, you leave something good behind.”~Anthony Bourdain Hi, I’ve missed you!  I’ve been traveling through British Columbia. This was my first time there, and I’ve got to say I was captivated from the get go. Come on I’ll share with you a few highlights of my travels. I don’t have lots of time because my dear friend from California is visiting. I’m looking forward  to sharing all my favorite fun shops here on the coast. Oh, and of course this sweet little cottage. One of the main reasons that I love to travel is that it increases my connection to others, & myself. Travel allows … Continue reading

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Do You Know What You Love?

  “Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it.” ~Ninon de l’Enclos More than likely as you read today’s post I’ll be in another country. Yep. I’m on a little vacation. I promise to share about it in a future post. However, today I have a question for you. Do you know what you love? Have you ever written it down? If you haven’t I would like to challenge you to take a little time to do it. You might be surprised what you find out. I know that I love people who have a real passion for life. A zest for living fully. A flair for adventure, and spontaneity. Perhaps those that might even live a little on the edge. I love edge~i~ness. Edge~y as in dancing in the street, letting … Continue reading

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A County Fair Pie Entry

  “As I entered the kitchen a haze of white flour permeated the air. And through the haze I discerned a solitary figure in an apron. She shreiked, (to her weary husband)  ‘I need more unsalted butter!’  I pulled on my coat and deposited myself  into the dark, foggy, misty evening. Grumbling under my breath I said ‘This is my THIRD trip to the grocery store!’ I thought to myself, ‘What a guy will do for apple pie.’ When I arrived home the flour covered baker was sitting in dismay and said “I really think I should do this in the morning.”  I turned away and sighed with relief.”      

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