What makes your heart sing?

My New Year Resolution is the same as last year and I can be so predictable that I already know it will be the same at least for the next 50 years: do more of what makes me happy! I asked some of my very favorite bloggers what make their heart sing. Their answer is at your finger tips, just click on the pictures and meet with … Continue reading What makes your heart sing?

Merry Chrismukkah !!!

Jewish by their Mum, Protestant by their Dad, born in Buddhist countries and raised in a very Catholic one. Meet my children! We are not a religious family (how could we ?) but we love traditions and the spiritual values of religions. Today is the first day of Hanukkah, so I take the lead till Christmas. Hanukkah celebrates the triumph of faith and courage over militaries, … Continue reading Merry Chrismukkah !!!

#ParisAttacks: what meaningful Parenting is about

What is parenting but protecting, inspiring humanity and spreading the seeds of love in the hearts of our children? This Dad’s words of wisdom to his little boy are so precious, so comforting. Click here and tell me what you think .. This is my last post on #ParisAttacks. Let’s all be inspired by this awesome father, feel the love and stand strong for peace, respect and freedom, … Continue reading #ParisAttacks: what meaningful Parenting is about

Photo 101: A timeless Asian street

This morning shot could have been taken anywhere in South East Asia. This year, 10 or even 20 years ago. Asia has this fascinating duality: very modern but also very traditional. It takes whatever it likes from the “farang” world, but stays true to its genuine self. At dawn, the monks leave their monastery to shops, houses  and markets where people offer them food in … Continue reading Photo 101: A timeless Asian street

A sweet walk down “Natsukashii” lane

I am in love with writers. They fascinate me. They re the ultimate hermaphrodites, totally self sufficient in their procreation. No wonder most of them are a bit twisted, there is so much inside of them. I’ll never become one. I am too attached to my little sanity. I admire writers because they talk to my heart, to my deep feelings, to my subconsciente. Each time I start … Continue reading A sweet walk down “Natsukashii” lane