Monthly Archives: October 2014

BREATHLESS IN SASKATOON

This morning I am sipping dandelion tea made from roots dug this summer.  Steel cut porridge is simmering on the stove.  The aroma and steam from the cooking is soothing for my dry passages.  No, my tryst with the cold … Continue reading

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SURRENDERING TO THE TAO

Our household is up early this morning having gone to bed at 8:30 last night.  That is what you do when you are sick, hoping to get better.  It’s no wonder we’re wide awake before 5 am.  You can only … Continue reading

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Tête-à-Tête

It’s not quite Friday but it’s close enough for me.  I’ve missed Friday Fictioneers for the last few weeks.  I miss the telling of a story in 100 words.   Once again, let me thank Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to … Continue reading

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CRANKY & NOT IN FRANCE

I’m in trouble.  I have my Chai.  Feeling better, head clearing.  I can feel things draining downward.  But when I speak, I can hear my hoarse voice echo in my head.  My ears pop and my eyes tear.  When I … Continue reading

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A LITTLE CANADA, A LITTLE FRANCE

It’s 6 o’clock Monday morning.  I’m having my first cup of Chai since coming home.  It’s hot and I can faintly taste its spiciness.  The thing with a cold is it kills your taste buds and your sense of smell.  My … Continue reading

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BACK FROM FRANCE

It’s Sunday morning.  I’m back from France, showing up at my keyboard.  I’m tap, tapping away though my head is thick and groggy.  My ears are still ringing and somewhat plugged. Our flight coming back was almost as eventful as … Continue reading

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MONDAY IN FRANCE

It’s Monday in France. We are down to 5 days before we head home. Time has been fast and slow at the same time. Sleep did not come again last night. This time then can be slow. I try to … Continue reading

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SUNDAY IN FRANCE

It is Sunday in France. I am surviving the language barrier and time zone change somehow. Sleep finally came on its own last night. I’m feeling more at ease in another country and in another’s home. I am not a … Continue reading

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SATURDAY IN FRANCE

It’s Saturday morning in La Celle-Sous-Chantermerle. The sun is shining brightly. I have been to the market with our hostess while Rod is out bicycling with the men. I am tap, tapping on my iPhone, getting proficient, doing almost everything … Continue reading

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I DREAM OF ALICE

It’s a Friday in France. My apple cart is still upset, sleeping only every other night. What can you do when you fly over an ocean and cross time zones? Unfortunately my body is not a machine. It does not … Continue reading

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