24 Tips for Traveling Through Time (umm, ok)

Our journeys will take us deep inside ourselves - whether that be to the other side of the world, or to the empty side of our brain. Experience and knowledge easily emerge from the warm caress of traveling, or as I like to call it, moving through time.

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– exploration –

“What is this feeling of love, life, freedom, exploration, beauty? I feel it all in one breath. In one sound of his voice.” Photo by Sandy Hibbard at Lensqueen.com Amsterdam Hotel

Wheels Up!

  Wheels Up! Wheels up Time to examine my heart Time to say goodbye Did I say “I love you”? Did I say thank you? …Is that a tear in my eye? Wheels up Now it’s time to put on my face Time to text you I am leaving Is my phone off? Did my... Continue Reading →

Ode to a love-sick trucker

This is one of my favorite writings, totally inspired by that "thing" in your gut you get when you want to be with your lover so bad...you know that feeling, right? Ode to a love-sick trucker It's only a matter of minutes till this phone strays I'm on my way to 90 Takes you right... Continue Reading →

What I learned in Paris

I just returned from an adventure in Paris. For all the details of the trip, please visit my blog at http://www.2sistersinparis.wordpress.com. Love and Peace! Sandy

Two Sisters in Paris

My Return from Paris

Alex and SandyAs I sat on the plane flying home from Paris, I was filled with emotions.  Not just sadness for leaving, happiness for seeing my kids and loved ones, or relief for a comfy bed, but also the continued wonder of life I have experienced from this adventure.

Going to Paris this time was a choice to experience the culture, the food, wine, meet new friends, work, and take photos.  I achieved all of this and more.  From day one, I walked each day exploring sights and sounds and smells of this wonderful city.  From the Boulangerie and it’s fresh pastries waking me up in the mornings with the most amazing smell wafting up through my windows, to the potpourri of perfume

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A visit with the poets

One more life The hills of Tuscany call my name Like I have lived beneath the branches of ancient cedars They call me to go higher One journey opens up another With scents of musk and lavender I am embraced by cobbled streets and fleas along the Seine Poets writing their mysteries Speaking to my... Continue Reading →

Inspired by bittersweet memories while driving up Ohio Street through my old stomping grounds on the way to the grocery store.  I was just home from Paris and everything seemed blah compared to the beauty and history I had just experienced.  The juxtaposition of the bane of suburbia and the resplendency of Paris became clear... Continue Reading →

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