fresh air and good food and blog viewing ,this weeks prescription for myself!!

wowie- I can not believe it is the weekend again and I have been enjoying too many great blogs this week, working on my funny garden and eating lots of cherries, which are ripe now in the region! I have been on passementerie a traveler and francophile,style diary, fun blog! -she and I were certainly on the same ecologic track when we found these shopping trolleys which my kids too ,refer to as my grandma trolley!
trolleys from MacDans for going to the marché
and below the one passementrie featured-

these days in a french life
another expat american living in france who is a down to earth food writer and mother and travel enthusiat with authentic convictions to simple living- in practical ways! also adorable photos of her beautiful little girl!

I believe that sharing is the essence of blogging for me and honoring other like-minded,creative, earth loving bloggers with good taste! I have more shopping bags to share that put a smile on your face at check out-but, that will be tommorrow! as well as more inspiring blogs I have discovered!
have a super weekend,may the sun shine where ever you are and remember to stop by and say hello again soon!

yes,long weekend in France, recommending rest and moving meditation ---

inspiration can come from sacred yet,abandoned spaces!!!



designers guild colors reminded me of these sublime photos below of Fulvio Romiti







very talented artist who can translate a form of pentimento in such a sublime way --it makes me want to hear the laughter of the students at the abandoned boarding school

it makes me want to dance to their old songs,

it makes me think of the colors of early spring,

it conveys, joys and sorrows

it was created by a

very talented artist and, Italian of course,Fulvio Romiti



photos cna take you to places of the spirit-

http://www.flickr.com/people/wenevereverlied/Fulvio Romiti

a waking dream of hope for change OBAMA

I am an Ivy league trained physician.

I am a teacher of medical students and residents.

I am a patient too, who learned 1st hand what it meant to be ONE OF THE LUCKY ONES -- one of THE insured in America, as a cancer patient!

I am a doctor who picketed and bucked the system to advocate for my patients rights and their care!

I was audited! I was sanctioned and eventurally, even I ,as a physician, could NOT keep up with the 20 percent yearly increases in healthcare premiums- so I left the USA---a healthcare refugee!

I emmigrated to France where everyone has the right to receive healthcare!

From here, I have watched the primaries and the unfair war in Iraq ,the dropping dollar value, and the plummeting USA reputation!

I have ONE CURRENT HOPE---- THAT THE USA WILL WAKE UP TO THEIR FOUNDING DREAMS BY ELECTING BARACK OBAMA FOR PRESIDENT!!!!

">The world needs him and America NEEDS HIM---now!!!

this came to me tonoc from PARIS PARFAIT



please pass on the hope for change and vote for OBAMA!!!!

please note Clinton, Hilary sold out long ago and ruptured the chance to honest healthcare by selling out to the highest bidder, namely the 3rd party payers !!!

EXERCISE IS GOOD FOR OUR HEALTH!! and it shows!!!

MICHEAL KORS NORTROM
JANTZEN
jUICY COUTURE

ok,it is bathing suit season à la plage! and yes,I agree with All Things Bright and Beautiful,blogger,that we need some retro one piece bathing suits which enhance by suggestion and are not of the string variety! At least for me because I like the comfort of a one piece for swimming and sun protection yet, I do not want to look like I am in a swim meet!

However, here in France the mediterrenean beaches sport all sizes and shapes-of women of all ages who comfortably opt for topless-the french are great about loving their own body images, embracing the way nature changes us over the years! does this not broaden my own warped, media influencedd size 2 for all women or else you have become a close cousin to the beached whale point of view? Alas, there I was in a mini dress,size 8, while the glamorous french women sported olive skin tanned toplessness! I know, get over it!

asking for prayers for another ex-pat and her father who is in intensive care

photo courtesy of Tongue in Cheektongue in cheek,author,corey amaro's dad is sick and each day she writes a gorgeous post about the surreal life of caring for a loved one who is critically sick- she is gifted in many ways! please visit her blog and more importantly send a prayer or a positive thought her way!!related to this:

the intangible,unseen,formidable power of prayer is real and somehow when most needed, palpable- finally medicine is realizing that while often not quantifiable by scientifically sound methods -prayer is beyond a doubt REAL!! In a 2006,book I was asked to write a small chapter about the medicine and spirituality-called  "The Arts: A Nondenominational Tool for Reconnecting Spirituality & Medicine", Oxford Press chapter 20 of Christina Puchalski, MD's A Time for Listening and Caring End of Life Issues.
Interestingly,it was prefaced by the Dali Lama who,among others, has joined Dr. Herbert Benson,(of Harvard's Mind,body, Medicine) to explore further these amazing questions and feelings about spirit and healing and life and passing on to our other home...all this to say, it is a good book made for all readers for precisely this juncture of decision making and it is done in a way to honor the whole person,not just the physical, through this extraordinary journey!
my prayers abound for you and your dad and family!
betheanne

followings one's inner voice,intuition and/or faith?

sometimes I wonder why I chose the name of my blog to be dancing doc design- it is a good question really!
when I was little I loved to dance,I studied classical ballet under a strict yet, talented teacher,among any other types of dance I could find,save tap! I choreograghed pieces using modern and jazz and ballet technique as early as 11 years old. I soon found a school where I could dance 3 hours a day and get this,even merit a varsity letter-who knew?
Northfield Mount Hermon,a small boarding school in the hill of western Massechusetts, was where I learned to believe in myself and my dancing! It is where I felt my wings grow, where I felt my faith connect with music,lyrics and movements to tell a story or highlight a sentiment.

Dancing made me feel whole,tall,large,and connected with a creative force which I knew to be not entirely mine, I was but, an instument of something greater,(this was also how I felt when practicing medicine!) Dancing to me is about resonance! Resonance is about connections and I BELIEVE WE ALL FEEL MORE ALIVE WHEN WE DANCE!
at least I do! Hence the dancing in my blog name. I will share more about the rest of the title as I go on.....

Concrete Diagnosis Under Foot!

these fine patterned tiles are concrete tiles of late 1800's and are typical for the southern french village homes of the period-âpparently the previous owners,being antique dealers,appreciated their monetary value and striped our home of virtually all of them,except for one room,the salon which we use as our bedroom! Our former village house sported 10 rooms all in different yet related patterns! I would love to retrieve photos of more examples of these patterns. Note that the tiles are said to be cool on the bare feet of the hot southern French summers!a kind of airconditoning for the feet,sort of reverse theory for floor heat,I would say!