I realize God has me heart and soul first.  Do you believe in love at first sight? 

A beach retreat with a mix of kids and their partners, a dream in living color. 

I daydream about a mixed grouping of old and new.

A blending of families and loves. 

Like loaves of bread in a neat row yet all shaped a bit different.

Is it possible to mend old hurts and extend trust across marriage lines?

New partners new memories.

The waves crashing against the sores of all that went wrong.

The sun rises on new hope.

Waking up in your arms with a stampede of children.

Did he tell you he loves you on the first date?

Did you know within the first five minutes they were the one?

From across a crowed room did you watch their moves?

Are you insecure, or confident ?

Do you question what is plainly right in front of you, ( I do like this man or woman)?

Or have you gone around the bend?

Are you spending your time talking yourself out of it?

Hope is about  waiting on them for the right time for more assurance so you don’t look like a fool?

Calling a guy a boyfriend doesn’t guarantee a lasting relationship.

Or being asked to be someone’s girl. 

Waiting to have intimacy does that promise success?

Making a man wait for intimacy it is more a matter of making yourself wait until you are sure. It’s more than a pleasure factor. In fact for some there is no pleasure without love, commitment, respect, expressing and strengthen a bond between two people. 

Can this possible work, what do we have in common, do I have to give up my identity? In love you often lose yourself. 

I want to remain visible. 

As you can see I have more questions than answers. 

I love stories of how couples first meet, not through a dating site, but the old fashion way. If you have a story please share with me.

But I do have a dream of waking up in his arms in a beach house we rented and we have his kids my kids and it’s seamless.  Of course their is jazz playing in the background the smell of coffee, fresh cinnamon rolls baking in the oven and much laughter fills the air. 

I walk out onto the beach. 

It’s beauty and light!

  
No need to argue with an angry dog. Whoever fights monsters should see they do not become a monster. Be careful what you wish for one day they may come true. The best fiction forces us to question what we took for granted. I came home and it was a strenght to me. A catalyst for change. I can change and it will be okay. I can let go of my tight grasp on reality and God will open windows for me where others find doors. There is no longer a need to dance with my jailer. The act of utmost brutality. The dance of life is novel. A life with a sound track of a violin playing in vacancy. 

How very grateful to have a meal with friends outside under a grape arbor in the late summer time.  Couldn’t be any better! This is how’s it’s done.

Home a week and found it very difficult.

Do not be foolish, stay grounded, feet on the ground, know your limitations, surrender with utter sensuality to the enjoyment of nature, and love every minute of your life.

So very good to be home with clean sheets, dishes towels, sponges and clothes. I would like to sleep for a week. But that’s not how it works, jacked up from 25 hour travel your mind spins out of control. I’m talking a mile a minute  the next moment I’m resting my eyes. Drinking a glass of water on the plane sent my whole body into a shaking spasm. I wake to a glorious sunrise this morning and marvel at life.

And spend the day missing France so much. 

My faith is constantly being restored in mankind.

Left my hat and prescription sunglasses glasses at this wine bar last night. Returned this morning and they were holding them for me with a smile.

I am truly blessed and loved.

Are growing tired of hearing this? Will it is my theme. Yesterday was amazing so very glad I decided to spend a few days here in the city of Bordeaux.

Very simple but elegant French women. 

Dressed causal and comfortable. I will try to imitate her style. She is lovely.

 I want to print copy of this and place in my bathroom.

Lite a candle in remembrance of my mother and thanked her for all she did for me. Thank you!

The most fun was at the opera saison I got to play dress up. I arrived and ask a beautiful young women if she could tell me where the grand theater was,  she smiled and said, you are here. 

Yes often I wonder where I am only to realize I’m right there. So many pictures so little time. One of my favorites.

Haunting 

Fascinating and captivating.

The imagination is beguiling.

Reminds me of Klimt painting.

To sweetness and light.

Sculpture by Jaume Plensa in Bordeaux

Cupid knocking on the door of the human heart.

Old and new alike we all are lovable. See the beauty in the ugly.

Latest painting 14, Auot, 2015

I yearn for control and often miss the joy of the Lord. It is always available, I am not. God is always in this moment!

The well of water which saves us is there if only I have eyes to see. 

When you come to the end of you this is when you can be filled again by him in him. Letting go of control the pain and fear will go as well. 

Spent the day traveling from Bordeaux by train to the village of Saint-Emilion the Saint was a traveling monk. Must we see miracles to believe?

He lived in craved out buildings from the stone there. The Romans planted vineyards there in second century. It is full of dark shadows of history and some of the mostly amazing wine of God.

Today was worth remembering. It is so for me.

Awake to one glory after another. Why am I always forgetting John 1:14?