“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.”
– Albert Schweitzer
Written after being invited in for tea at Rita’s …
She lives her days and nights in the cooler part of town
Coaxing life out of clay, fabric and wood
Her long flowing robes announce she will not cave in
To the demands of fashion
Better homes and gardens do not call for a photo shoot
Too many books, movies, cd’s and collections
Too many bits and pieces waiting to be conscripted
Into her next masterpiece
We all have but a few precious days in this incarnation
She chooses differently than many
Did I tell you she is wise?
Travel is her opium and she will have it
Feeding her habit in far away lands
She knows the beauty of each different face
Raising the chalice of adventure and drinking her fill
I sing delirious from the exposure
Her mantra – the eternal YES!
French café beat, the rhythm thunders through her
A meditation in dance
Bisous,
Léa
poetry, photos and musings oh my! 
You are right Kindered Spirits
for I felt you were writing about yourself
yes i know i could be wrong but if we
are Vacation Kindered Spirits then i know this you too !
Thank you…I am so glad you invited me within
this enticing space!
)0(
maryrose