A collection of various road trips in discovering France with stories told and photographs captured through the eyes of a francophile. Let this series serve as road trip postcards throughout my many years

What happens when perceiving parents plan a travel? There is no detailed itinerary. An ISTP Dad and INFP Mom left a bewildered ESFJ child asking every few minutes, "Where are we going next, Mama?

"One hot Cafe Americano, please, no sugar or cream." My soft voice echoed louder than usual against bird song and the occasional engine sound of the ultralight aircraft passing overhead. The

An idyllic day. Living on the island doesn't guarantee blissful days 365 days a year. There were even seasons where we felt stuck or even trapped mostly created by the chaos churned by the mind. This inner

Hello Hive Travelers, how have you been? Like the sleeping dinosaur, I awoke 😅 As I take a break from some pending work obligations that are due today, I now find myself typing away after a full year's

Hello, I'm just popping into the Hive Cafe! The year-end brings an avalanche of anxiety and excitement to complete deadlines before the holiday rush. One of those tasks was to sit down with a consultant

Hello Hive, This is my first time posting in the EcoTrain Community. I'm a curious learner in developing methods in design that would be kind to the environment. It somehow feels right to share this topic

Hello Hive Gardeners! Days and days in front of the computer submerged in deadlines called for a breather. A weekend anywhere away from the uncomfortable straight-back wooden chair, I'm sitting on as I

Hello Hive, While I burned the midnight oil for the last two months, Hive lingered on my mind. I'm afraid I had put blog writing and engagement on the back burner. To fellow bloggers and Hive friends,

Off-grid living is defined as living sustainably and autonomously in a parcel of land that is not served by public or private utilities such as water, gas, and electricity. It is harmonious living with

Where do I begin? The last several weeks have been socially busy. I spent time with my youngest sister who flew for a visit and a very dear overseas friend whom I hadn't seen for 7 years. There are

"Less is more." One day two decades ago, a young lady named Kathy, a year older than I walked inside the meditation center lobby. Did I say walk? It appeared as though she glided on the ceramic

Hello Hive, I noticed that living in a small space with limited storage compels one to be more strategic and purposeful. Organized spaces motivate me and my procrastination tendencies stem from straightening

Walking barefoot in the garden with a coffee mug in hand every morning swelled into a habit I'd happily keep. I welcomed the sounds of chestnut munia from the neighbor's ipil-ipil tree. It offered shade

Hello Hive Travelers, The sound of the ice maker and ice cubes filling up the tray made me long for cooler weather. I could almost see the disbelief on your face right now but yes, while the rest of the

Fashion is a reflection of who we are, our values, and our personality. It's a beautiful way to tell our story. The sound of an old Singer sewing machine was a daily soundtrack throughout my childhood.

Hello Hive Gardeners! I'm munching on grapes that a french family en route to the airport left us while typing this. When I bit on the succulently sweet vine fruit, I felt grateful for the family's gesture

Hello Hive Travelers! Most days I'm boxed in within the four walls of our tiny home. The farthest exploit would probably be a trip to our local supermarket or an occasional coffee mug in hand quick chit-chat

Hello, Hive Food Lovers and Travelers! 12 days sans blogging and the creative dry spell I was under was not for the lack of words. It was however from a 4 am heart-crunching anxiety attack from a recent

"Tidy a little every day and you'll be tidying forever, " Marie Kondo couldn't have said it better. When I saw the Minimalist Spring Cleaning Challenge, I found myself tossing stuff from the

As I held the Tibetan singing bowl last night before sleeping, the vibration silenced the gnawing question that had been haunting me daily since last year. What would you like to be when you grow up? The