Ninety

#letterfromyourninetyyearoldself — Darling, You are strong and smart and true You are giving – inside and out A heart of gold, overflowing with love A poetic voice, yearning to be heard Share these gifts The world is ready Arms wide open – awaiting your arrival Teach them Help them Nurture them Love them Take the…

Reflection

At first glance, my reflection is as its always been I recognize her face Deep brown eyes and timid smile Dark long locks, quiet demeanour and reserved yet confident stance I look closer Those eyes They’ve seen lives lost, friendships erode and love come and go They’ve closed tightly to the obvious and shed a…

In Transit

Through these doors lie a window to the world Mother tongues and foreign faces Joyful reunions, tearful farewells and last goodbyes Through these doors are New beginnings and second chances High expectations and bitter disappointments Heartbreaks, heartaches, and hearts wide open There is love to be found and love left behind Friendships forged, memories made…

♦ La Tavola Marche Finale: Until Next Time….

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The weather this early Saturday morning is cool & damp. Not unlike my mood, as its the last full day of the Forage, Slaughter & Butchery course at La Tavola Marche Agriturismo & Cooking School. I awoke with a heavy heart this morning, yet was…

♦ La Tavola Marche Part 6: A Beautiful Life

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There are certain images that reside in our memories, that define an experience. They etch themselves deep into our hearts and speak to us long after they have passed. ~ This early Friday morning is sunny and bright. It’s day four of the Forage, Slaughter…

♦ La Tavola Marche Part 5: Essence of a Culture

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We are at our truest and most authentic selves when we show passion and great intensity. Through this spirit, we can capture the essence of a culture. ~ I sit alone at the old wooden dining table. Plating my breakfast of orange scented breakfast rolls, slices of melon, kiwi…

♦ La Tavola Marche Part 4: Simple Pleasures

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The best memories are often unplanned moments.  Those instances, however brief, that you didn’t need to strive for. Priceless occasions. Life’s simple pleasures. Watching the sun set slowly on a warm summer evening. Sleeping in on a rainy Sunday morning. A great cup of coffee.…

♦ La Tavola Marche Part 3: Those Who Seek Beauty, Will Find It

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    The sun is shining brightly this late October morning. The skies painted the palest blue and the clouds brushed so thin they seem to blend into one. Today is the first day of the Forage, Slaughter & Butchery course at La Tavola Marche Agriturismo…

♦ La Tavola Marche Part 2: This is what dreams are made of….

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There’s something so special about taking part in someone’s dream. And what more than to do it while realizing your own. From the moment I arrived at La Tavola Marche Agriturismo & Cooking school, my heart was full. A glass of Prosecco greeted me as…

♦ La Tavola Marche Part 1: Welcome Home

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Close your eyes and imagine your ideal get-away. You might be on a white-sand beach wearing something itsy bitsy teeny weeny, the sun’s rays blanketing you as you sip on a cold pink…. no blue concoction with a paper umbrella in it. There’s a slight…

El Salvador: Travel in Kindness

Arms outstretched. Wide and welcoming. His embrace strong, unyielding & unashamed. That lanky frame – curves & arches as his grasp tightens. Those eyes. Deep and vulnerable. Wise beyond their years, aged from images I pray to never know. ~ The path up the mountain to Remar San Miguel is crude and rocky. The ride,…

Memories of El Salvador

His eyes. Piercing. Distant. Fragile. Full of sorrow and anguish yet gleaming with hope. That embrace. Warm and welcoming. Strong but vulnerable. So much love in those tiny limbs. Their laugh. The sweetest sound. Joyful and contented. Her smile. Brilliant and sincere. Breathing light from the heart. Those eyes haunt me. His grasp inspired me….