“One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince 1943
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I love this dreamy throwback photograph, taken on the outer banks of North Carolina circa 1960. My beautiful mother in law Mary (on the right), adored this summer refuge where her parents owned a home. She is pictured here with her best friend Dottie. When I look at their carefree expressions I can almost feel the warm breeze and the lazy days of summers past. I love her retro swimsuit too which she sewed by hand. She left us two years ago after a brief illness. At her memorial service, I met a lovely older couple who spoke of Mary (as we all did) with love and adoration. As we reminisced I couldn’t stop staring at the elegantly dressed woman who seemed so hauntingly familiar. As I held out my hand, she introduced herself as Dottie…

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Nothing that is can pause or stay;
The moon will wax, the moon will wane,
The mist and cloud will turn to rain,
The rain to mist and cloud again,
Tomorrow be today.
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


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I discovered this image taken over fifteen years ago in a small town on the Amalfi Coast, while going through a shoebox filled with old photos. As I strolled past a beautiful old church I was struck by these four men sitting together on a Sunday afternoon, the middle two deep in conversation, the bookends, content in their own thoughts. Each gentleman bore a unique expression though their emotions are difficult to interpret. As only in Italy, the fashion sense impressed, particularly the vivid blue socks and old style fedoras. The fellow on the far left sported a more casual but equally dapper attire with his jaunty tweed cap and stylish sneakers.
“Each sunshine-moment twinkles by
A white-winged, wandering butterfly…”
~W.T., “Honeymoon Cottage,” Chambers’s Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Arts, 1862 June 28th
“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom and a little flower.” Hans Christian Andersen
“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” Nathaniel Hawthorne
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I am not superstitious by nature, but this lovely, simple symbol of my Irish heritage is never far from my side. In fact, I keep it tucked in a small zippered compartment of my purse. Made from Connemara marble, the Irish Worry Stone so smooth and cool to the touch, is reputed to keep worries at bay and bring a sense of comfort to those who hold it. My mother loved these worry stones and often brought them back to friends as souvenirs when she visited her homeland of Ireland. My close friend Joe, who was diagnosed with Non Hodgkin’s Lymphoma at 32 years of age was the recipient of one of my mother’s worry stones. When he died, I visited his apartment where his mother was staying temporarily. As we comforted each other with memories of her wonderful son she asked if she could show me something. Entering his bedroom she gestured toward his night table. On the corner closest to his bed, lay the worry stone. I like to think that it brought him comfort.