It’s hard to believe that my two months here in the desert is winding down.
Here’s to welcoming myself back to my little space. It’s been a while, a few months actually. Oh, social media…I love you and I hate you. So let’s see…where do I start.
I love when this happens . . .
“What this world needs is more front porches…where folks converse, live, laugh, and love.”
The New York Botanical Garden is a must at spring time…but even better when there’s a Chihuly exhibition.
It’s so hard for me to believe that eight years ago today, I boarded a plane to make a life long dream come true.
This year we inquired about the possibility of adding an additional school to our visit in Vietnam. It didn’t take long before one was identified.
The moment when chaos takes over because motorbikes were waiting to take us all to the school in the small village of Tan Dan, located high in the mountains of the northern part of Vietnam.
One of the reasons for returning on this trip to SE Asia was to take supplies and clothes (for the second time) to a school in need up in the northern mountains of Vietnam.
Why spend time and money visiting places for the second and third time?
“Colours are the wounds of light.”
The election process had touched on feelings I didn’t even know I was capable of having…