The Inaguration...

I will write about my experience. I am just letting it settle in first. It was powerful for me.

Fallen From the Sky....

There is nothing my heart and soul desire more than warmth but there is no denying that this white fluff, that which can only come gliding from the sky when temperatures drop below tolerable for me, is gorgeous. I woke this morning to a wonderland that only this season can gift.

I Can't Beleive It.....

I can't believe it is January. January 17th, no less. Time does fly when you are having fun!

Well, here is my update:

I spent a week in Paris during Thanksgiving with my two sons and my new daughter-in-law. It was wonderful, elegant and artful. We all connected with each other on a new level. My youngest son and his new bride celebrated their 1st wedding anniversary with a toast and a 5 star dinner while enjoying a view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower.

The food was only as the French would do it. Every bite was superb. The artwork rated equally as orgasmic as the cuisine and the architecture, like no other city in the world. The French are back on good terms with us Americans as they chanted "Obama, Obama" when they heard our accent.

On Thanksgiving evening we sailed down the Seine River and while dining we listened to a French orchestra. If heaven is in France, we were there. From our glass vessel we cruised by Notre Dome where we had attended mass earlier in the week. we passed the Eiffel Tower dressed in her Christmas gown of glittery snow flakes that flashed every hour on the hour. There wasn't one moment of that evening that I didn't treasure and I pray that as I grow older I will not forget any part of that wonderous experience. We decided that evening, God willing, we will visit Ireland for our 2010 family vacation. The next afternoon we here headed back to the USA.

I returned to Swampscott and Seed Stitch Fine Yarn in the middle of THE season. Most of the month of December was a blur with the exception of our holiday party on December 20th. My son, Ryan, decorated Villa bel Mare from top to bottom. It was a maize of magic. Merriment arrived with a knock on the door. It was Santa Claus himself! All of the children gathered around him waiting to let the big man in red know exactly what was on their wish list.

On Christmas Eve, always a special evening for our family,we attended an early afternoon mass. There were Shepard's and angels galore and even baby Jesus was there with his parents. The music was holy and spirited, and we left ready to spread joy and generosity. Our evening was rich with love. We ate lobster, exchanged gifts and shared this time of acceptance and adoration.

On the morning of December 25th ,at 8:00 am, we were on a jet plane headed for our beloved Sarasota. For 2 weeks I felt the warmth of 72-80 degrees, sunshine on my shoulders, and a resurgence of life that changed my thinking about how I have been living.