I sense some magical news tonight.
Valleys below in a rainbow balloon.
Angels will watch over and guide them in life.
Never again alone, two hearts will beat as one.
As he got on one knee, wine flowing, secret surprise.
No man shall separate.
Dined and wined the three now celebrate!
Fati written in the sand in a heart only a year ago.
And a message from beyond in a bible quote.
Ten months and counting.
Ivan proposed on one knee.
And through the tears she says, yes!
Love will prevail.
Wedding bells will ring.
And we have decided the tattoo will read, Fati Por Vida.
Years from now we will look back.
Sisters celestial celebrated tonight.
Long night with two friends and two dogs.
Laughter, secrets, fantasies, and apples?
Music, cheap wine, tequila.
Snuck a sip of your tequila.
Snuck a sip of your cheap wine.
Green apples, red apples.
Dogs running.
Dogs play fight.
A dog licked my toe.
Fin. Volver. Des'ree, oh no. Stop this music!
Photo from the past, more friends,
long hair, big smiles,
hand on thigh under table.
Nine out of ten is 90%, I think.
Green apples, red apples.
Sheila is with us tonight.
Long night, not really.
Tired.
Good night.
Mind racing, inner conflict I sense.
Confusion, so alike, yet so different.
Stay true to your feelings.
Be strong always.
Although you follow the dark,
Don't be afraid of the light.
You seek the truth which was always ahead.
How soon your forget the calm.
Remembering the green all around.
Hand over heart, two that beat in time.
Embrace change, speak your true words.
Sensing your conflicted heart, reveal your thoughts.
Nothing to forgive.
Release the pain that flows in the dark.
Words can heal and reveal, and let light abound. 
Wading in a stream seeking minnows and tadpoles,
I come to a realization.
As they try to catch the creatures.
I do what I do in a stream like such.
I close my eyes and remember.
Rocks in the streams, colored glass on the beach.
I gather rocks. Piled high in beautiful sculpture.
The stream emerges into beautiful landscapes.
Yes, this is my gift.
To see beauty from within, and from everything around me.
The broken streams, muddy waters, flat rocks.
All emerge as created majestic palaces of our hands.
Shining smooth in the water, round like me, agate sparkles,
granite grays, earthy blues, and deep sea greens.
In my eyes, all is beauty is this space.
Once all the same.
The greatest tower is toppled with the smallest,
seemingly insignificant, pebble.
I'm a HUGE fan of the Amelie movie, but of course! When I visited Paris the first time in 2014, after a failed search for Edith Piaf at Pere Lachese Cemeterie, I was adamant about NOT leaving France without finding Amelie's Cafe - aka: Cafe des 2 Moulins.
Surprisingly, this cafe was located within walking distance, up Rue Lepic from Moulin Rouge. We stopped in for a quick midnight coffee and crepe. Don't judge - I'm in Paris! Where else could you order yummy crepes and coffee at midnight?!
The cafe has a bright red awning and an oval picture of pixi-is, bob hair cutted, Amelie in the window. The Travelocity gnome is at the bar and there are pics of beautiful Audrey Tautou in all her Amelie glory all over the place. Since the place was about to close, it wasn't crowded and we got our food and coffee fairly quick.
It was a bit freaky to see the famous foggy windowed door where the two patrons had a quick tea pot screaming fling located in the cafe - lol. When we went there were no souvenirs to buy regarding the movie. I noted on Gourmantic that you can now buy the table covers depicting scenes from the movie. The café sells a set of 10 for 3 €. I MUST have these table covers when I return in June. This is a MUST!
The peeps from Gourmantic ordered a croque=monsieur fraicheur du maraicher. The photo looks UHMAZINGSINGLY delicious! This is going to be another MUST HAVE/DO in June! Check out the pic from there website:
While searching online, I found that Clare Caulfield painted this adorable artwork of Cafe des 2 Moulins. How cute is this?! I'm thinking my kind readers MUST order this print, as the cafe looks JUST like this pretty water color:
Le fabuleux destin d’Amélie Poulai will be Le fabuleux destin d'Sandra!
Poetic ponderings on Independence Day.
From a girl who sat through the pledge, raised an upside down flag,
and laid down in protest.
Amber waves of grain and purple mountain majesties?
She's not sure of these.
She is sure that men and women bravely stood for her freedom.
She knows from great injustices these have come.
She had sold cupcakes for peace and marched in lines.
She has swam in the oceans and breathed in redwoods and ancient pines.
Thankful for her country?
Why, yes, because its ours, right or wrong, its you and me.
We are the voice of change.
We will teach the children how to hold just reigns.
We are the red, white, and blue.
Red like the skin of our native parents.
White like the hair of those so wise.
Blue like the Pacific Ocean and Montana skies.
History, like us, we cannot correct.
But we can be the change that gives birth to a lasting effect.
We can only do right from here and into the next hour.
Learning from our mistakes to give us true power.
Apology you need, to stand with me?
Our parents, skin red like clay, hair white like an eagle,
who rode in the boats on that blue sea.
They need no apology.
I am thankful, THEY are my red, white, and blue.
Yours. Mine. OUR history.
It's going to hurt.
Just some, not much.
Tap tap tap, needles reap.
Hold on tight, it's just skin deep.
Hues of blues, pinks, and reds.
Just enough to turn a head.
It will become a part of me,
To see my vision is the key.
This one is special, yes indeed.
Ideas swirl, so follow my lead.
Coverup my tired mess.
Fade the past, imprint the bliss.
Bloody, yes, I must confess.
Sit here calm and motionless.
The artist will create the piece,
a lifelong beauty, a visual feast.
It will sting, and peel, and heal.
Convince myself, I'm made of steel.
See it now for years to come,
I savored life, yes, it was fun.
It hurt, it healed, for me not you.
And yes! I love my new tattoo.
