Grooving on a Sunday Afternoon…


Back Roads of Southwest France

Much reflection on the back roads of Southwest France.

You never know what you might find.

One thing is for certain, the freedom.

Windows down. French music cranking. Nothing but wind through my hair and the sweet scent of early morning rain.

Heaven.




You Are Love

What is love but a blank canvas,
inventing what you lack?

An overwhelming delight
in the power of giving back.

A feeling of wholeness,
or what you can envision.

The beauty of a sunset,
or a moon that has risen.

The enchanted things
that one cannot see.

The wind whistling through
a cork oak tree.

Knowing your angels
are guiding you from afar.

The quiet joy
of embracing who you are.

Abandoning old ideas,
built through years of fear.

Reinventing your paradigm
until the “real” you appears.

Surrendering all you are
for what could possibly be.

The truth is in your essence,
once you find it, set it free.

jMf



Scenes Along the Way

A home with a sweet pet donkey
(loosely tethered with a rope, not tied, just enjoying the day)




Sunset in my backyard
talking on the phone with Lena (my sister) after a long drive


Bain Church, France



I’m off to Lisbon, Portugal, and Spain.

See you on the flip side.

Love & Light,
jMf

Comments

  1. So much beauty! I can see why you're inspired to write poetry. Just lovely.

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    1. Much peace and serenity indeed <3

      Thanks for following along! Xx

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