My soul echoes to all winds. A Sunday afternoon in Amiens in August. À un Dimanche après-midi à Amiens en Août. A Sunday afternoon in Amiens in August. English version below the pictures. Nous étions en vacance dans notre ville. The bandstand on a square with four musicians playing jazz. Le kiosque ave 4 musiciens jouant du jazz. The crowd and the architectural frame. La foule dans un cadre architectural. Another part of the relaxed crowd , very colored. La fontaine apportait sa musique .

I come back and forth here. I am not much into blogging since xanga went down. Each thing is such a phase. But i am ok i guess. Annoying that you get a new federal id and it has the wrong picture on it. It is my beautiful little sister but still. How stupid is this all going to get? January 26, 2015. So thankful for them both.

Living Life Somewhere in Between Norman Rockwell and Lord of The Flies. Once there was a lady who had been given a box of orange cake mix and some orange store bought frosting by her mother in law. She fully intended to make cupcakes one day. After a while the lady brought the cake back inside where her husband asked her if it was a chocolate cake. This earned him a dirty look.

Apparently the forum is an open one, and we could write whatever we want. So I write about what is closest to me. Perhaps there is a river that runs through all of us regardless of where we come from, or where we are going. It is my soul, it is the river of my heart, and the desire of this aging heart.

Journey of a soul on a human journey. The colors in the sky. Whatever You are, You are amazing. Have they always been there, and I just never saw? The colors in the sky.

Learning to wait out the storms of life, and to laugh and dance in the rain. Many of us have known each other since Xanga. This is a hard one to write my final treatment is not working so we have a lot of big decisions to make. I am thinking that I will just stay home with hospice and Jeff will resume a life of work and trying to keep it as normal as possible. This is my girl Shady poor Daddy is so out numbered. Just got out of the hospitial. I am still not feeling well.