Notes about reading, writing and a few other things. I am a reader, writer, and photographer. Posts let you read over my shoulder. Posts share my efforts at the keyboard. Posts are worth a thousand words. Posts submit status reports from my day job. Posts confess anything else that crosses my mind.

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On No replacement for the human voice. On No replacement for the human voice. Heading down the Hume Highway back to Melbourne on a bleak Sunday night we were ravaged by hunger and couldnt wait till we reached the Northern suburbs of the city before dinner.

Life is on this side of the fence. August 12, 2012 by Christen. If God were a mother bear. And all the earth were her cubs. I would throw my arms around her girth. Press my face against her fur. I would feel her breath wrap itself around me. And she would comfort me. If I listened to the strong beat of her heart,. My ear melting into her chest. My heart would start beating with hers. Until I loved all the earth like my own cubs. A Tree in the Woods. June 23, 2012 by Christen.

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Sunday, December 17, 2017. December morning sun in the kitchen on gypsy hill. There are so many ways to recognize this tender transition.

Whatever works for me! Friday, December 17, 2010. I learned that I could care. I learned that I could not care.

What happens when a California yoga teacher with a very cool dog, a background in sustainable development and agriculture - and French tradition merge? A little bit of je ne sais quoi and a whole lot of amour. Wednesday, June 26, 2013. 2013 has been a year of manifesting lots of good things into the here and now.