The chilly breeze yesterday morning, walking in my neighborhood with the tree limbs moving about with leaves edging into fall, reminded me of three years ago in Paris. My husband and I'd flown into Charles de Gaulle Airport early on Thursday morning for a trip that would celebrate my retirement from school nursing. Photo by … Continue reading Saturday Morning in Paris
Paris
Blame it on Rumi
I awoke at 3:30 in the morning, Paris time, and couldn’t get back to sleep. In fact, I had barely rested the first two nights of our trip. My body wouldn’t be fooled into thinking it should be snoozing when it was six hours earlier at home. My mind was filled with the images of … Continue reading Blame it on Rumi
