French la Vie

Never to Young, Never to Old-

Corey — Sat, 04 Apr 2026 11:00:32 +0000

Never too young nor too old to go to a brocante—there’s truly something for everyone. That’s what I’ve learned from taking groups of people along. When you go with others, you start to see things differently; you see things through their eyes, and the experience becomes an eye opener wonder.

It was Olivia’s first time at the brocante, and, true to herself, she immediately spotted a red dress, pink shoes, and sparkling pieces everywhere. She may very well have been bitten by the brocante bug—and, of course, I couldn’t be more pleased.

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Can't wait to see her model her finds! It's exceptional to know ... by Maureen Dauphinee
That's exciting! First time at the brocante, how great! by Diogenes

Good Friday

Corey — Fri, 03 Apr 2026 11:00:24 +0000

be the change

that turns

the ripple

into a wave

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May the waves reach, Far across the world! by Leonie

The Caring Heart

Corey — Thu, 02 Apr 2026 11:00:22 +0000

In a world that betrays love and loving with accumulating wealth, status, and power

choose service

choose humility

choose unity

choose forgiveness

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In reply to Jan. ❤️❤️ by Corey
Beautifully said Corey. Hoping the tide turns toward peace. by Diogenes
Quelle chance, nous avons, nous avons le choix, chaque jour…. ... by Ella DYER
❤️ Love is a choice. Love is an action. by Jan
Choose to care for one another. Thanks for reminding us to ... by Marilyn Miller

Have You Hugged a Tree?

Corey — Wed, 01 Apr 2026 11:00:48 +0000

The gift of hugging a tree.

We have something called the biophilia hypothesis- basically, we are wired to feel better when we connect with nature.

Hugging a tree as isn’t strange- it is a way for our nervous system to recognize something ancient and familiar.

This tree in the middle of a field close to where my home is- gives an incredible energy – a healing grace.

It is no wonder I have nearly a thousand photos of trees on my phone.

“I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.”