One year

It was one year ago today
That I brought my father
to hospital.

It was one year ago today

That my father and I
Finally spoke without words.

It was one year ago today
That transformation began.

When I see such a sky
With me ~ I know he is.

When I search for the way
In him ~ I receive the answer.

Death is the most painful of life's occurrences.

But death is also filled with deep wisdom ~
And love
If one is only willing to see, hear and feel.

It was one year ago today.

Je t'aime, Papa

My father died eight months ago.


I spent the last three weeks of his life in the hospital with him.


In these ~
His last days on Earth ~
Days of Pain ~
My father offered me ~
Pure Love.



Pure Love ~
Without which ~
The Soul ~
Of a father's little girl ~
May have lost its Way ~
Down the Path of Life.


This time that I shared with my father ~

Was a gift that he offered to me.


This painting is the first that I painted after his death.


While I feel that he is the one who painted it ~ through me ~

This painting is a gift to my father ~ from me.


Merci Papa.

Je t'aime.

Ta fille,

Marie-Claude

Soul Mates

Today, I am Grateful.

Grateful ~

To the Universe ~

To the Landscape ~

Transforming itself ~

Throughout.

Transforming it's Self ~

Into Harmony.


Soul Harmony.

Soul Mates ~

Rising throughout.


Today ~

I am Hopeful.


Today ~

I am Grateful ~

For Universal ~

Soul Mates.