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Peace, Love & Light to …

Connection, France, Personal growth, Personal growth, Bracelets,
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“Peace, love and light to every being, everywhere.”

Every being, everywhere. Those seventy plus sparrows, wrens and swallows (yes, I counted them) out there on the power lines are beings. They think, make decisions, remain vigilant in protecting their safety, find food, and raise their young. They are beings. I am a being. My dog is a being. Wow, does he make decisions! And he is thinking when he tips his head sideways and looks at me with those big brown eyes.

Wayne Dyer, a teacher, author, motivational speaker, who I heard this statement from continues with: if you want to have peace, love and light for yourself and people you care about, you have to send it to every being, everywhere. Even people you can’t stand, disagree with, or have harmed you. He said even to Hitler. Every being, everywhere.

A composite of other tidbits from my scads of hours in personal growth classes that I work with a lot is: Don’t blame, don’t name-call, don’t judge. My, oh my, sometimes that keeps me pretty busy. In watching others and myself as I try to learn. Many people judge other people just because the other people are different than they are. Hhhmm, different does not mean wrong or less than. I could go on about calling others names and blaming them, which generally side-steps the real issue. I’ll spare you at the moment!

Now, are these bracelets too cool!

The top one is an original souvenir bracelet from the World Exposition of 1889 in Paris when the Eiffel Tower was built and so many other wonders. Yes, my great-grandmother, Adele, was there and this is her bracelet! The medallions are of the French Revolution, including pivotal men: Robespierre, Danton, Kleber, and Marat.

The trinket bracelet is an original from the Seattle World’s Fair in 1962!

Would these make a great book cover!

(c) MDessein

Thanks for reading! One more Chapter to go on the wondrous book~
Peace, love and light to you.

Leapin’ lizards!

France, Questions
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“Leapin’ lizards! Did you see that!” “Leapin’ lizards! That can’t be for real!”

An expression of surprise, shock, amazement. Likely originated from the comic strip of ‘Little Orphan Annie’ over eighty years ago. Remember her? It was so popular, it went on to be a radio program, Broadway play, and a movie. My, oh my.

This little fella, all of three inches in length, was on my step when I was down in the high desert of Oregon visiting my family.

He scampered away just after he posed for his photo.

Isn’t it interesting how things you don’t expect scamper into your life?

A Canada goose lands on the hood of your car. Your next-door neighbor starts collecting and storing cars from the junkyard next to you. A check arrives from your sibling, who after several years, is finally re-paying you. The foxgloves that spring up and bloom all along your driveway. Your dog, who you didn’t know was pregnant, has puppies under your back porch.

Oregon lizard (c)MDessein

Then there is the “Okay, now what?”
Sometimes that question comes after a deeper thought: “What is my purpose here? In life? How do I manage this? Who am I? Do I marry this person?”

Or “Where am I supposed to live?”

I am definitely called to Langres, ancestral home of the maternal side of my family. And as you likely know, Langres is the setting for my current, about-to-be completed novel.

The view of the expansive countryside from many parts of the city as you walk along the ramparts is breathtaking.

Could I live there? Should I live there part-time? Lovely to be able to ponder this. Ah, what is my purpose? How do I keep good connections with my family?


As I have learned in the last few years, connection is so important. Old friends and new friends as well.

View from Langres ramparts (c)MDessein

I will get better at being aware, seeing options and opportunities

Leapin’ lizards! Sophia Loren is 91 years old!

Thank you for reading and sharing thoughts. All the best to you.

(c)MDessein

Steps Along the Way

Family, France
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I am watching my six month old granddaughter bounce and chirp happily in her jolly jumper swing. Later, I am holding her as she wiggles and squirms in my arms, reaching and waving her hands and kicking her feet. Oh! A baby smack as she waved her darling, sweet hand next to my cheek!

She doesn’t know I am her grandmother. Yet, if I say so myself, I am a pivotal part of her journey to being here.

Ah, her two parents. Her four grandparents. Her eight great-grandparents. Her sixteen great-great-grandparents. Sheesh!

I had no idea about my maternal great-great-grandparents until I was in Langres, France in 2023. Their names were Alexander Dessein and Marie Ballant. My great-grandfather Charles Dessein’s parents. Charles and Adele Dessein were my mother’s grandparents. There is a large, marble, almost two hundred year old crypt outside Langres where Alexander and Marie are entombed. Wowza.

Got all that straight!

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Dessein family crypt (c)MDessein
(maybe mausoleum is a more accurate word)

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Our journey here, where we are, who we are. Who were our ancestors who were pivotal steps to us being here.

I will keep much of this in mind as I hold my grandchildren, play with them, and look into their bright eyes as they look back at me~~

May 2, 1898

France, Memories
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Sometimes a minute is longer than you think. When I said that to one of my teen-age kids, I didn’t realize how accurate I was.

Today would be my grandmother’s 127th birthday. Marguerite Pauline Dessein. I was named after her, as were two of my cousins. She was incredibly brave and believed in the future. Born and raised in Langres, France, she fell in love with an American soldier who was stationed in Langres during WWI, Alfred Oliver Evanson. He came back to Langres after the war, they were married there in the centuries old cathedral, and came to Seattle to build a life. Twas a toughie in the early 1920’s.

My mother’s parents, Grandmere and Grandpa Alfred were the portals to my journey here.

There have been times when those long minutes led me to other realizations. There were times when I showed up ready for a fight and realized there was no one there but me. Can you relate to that?

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Grandmere was incredibly stalwart.
She learned English, gave birth to three children, had Norwegian in-laws who I recall her telling me
were not too fond of her as she was French, and then her beloved husband died of tuberculosis after only fourteen years of marriage. There was no cure for TB in 1937. Her children were 13, 9, and 4.
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Her birth family in France did their best to love and support her. Moving back there was not an option for Grandmere at that time.

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Marguerite in Seattle, 1948 (c)MDessein

Oh, to ask her some questions now! I do have cousins in France: their grandmother, Charlotte and Marguerite were sisters. How cool is that? The novel I am nearing completion on (!) has many tidbits Grandmere told me over the years as I was growing up. The novel is historical fiction, yet is fun to have her comments about the cathedral, Denis Diderot and such said by characters in my novel.

You’ll love this. I love remembering it. Grandmere is in the hospital, it is her last days, many family members are there with her: her three children, spouses, teen-age me, a couple cousins. Soon talk moves from whispers to chat about who’s doing what, when and with whom. From her dying bed, my strident Grandmere says, “You should be praying. I’m dying.” Complete silence encircles the group, awkward looks are exchanged, and the rosaries are pulled out.

When I am facing a long minute, or what I perceive as a pending fight, I have learned to pause and ask, “What would my incredibly brave, stalwart, intelligent, strident and so loving Grandmere do?

Wondering & Wandering

,Mont Saint Michel, France, Peru, Wonders
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Nazca, Peru. Chichen Itza, Mexico. Mont Saint Michel, France.

Listening to Will Hornyak’s great storytelling performance of his year in Peru as a journalist in his early twenties got me thinking of the wonders of the world. Will’s experiences, people he met as well as befriended, events he witnessed and his wondering wanderings were remarkable.

These three places are only three of the stunning, amazing, magnificent wonders in the world that call to me.

The Nazca lines are incredible. Approximately 2,000 years old. How were these huge designs, some miles in size, created so perfectly so long ago? No one knows. Will reported underground irrigation systems have also been discovered!

The Pyramids at Chichen Itza are approximately 1,200 years old. To walk around them, to touch them was amazing. How were these huge structures built with the enormous blocks of rock? No one knows.

Photo MDessein 2002


Mont Saint Michel. The abbey was begun approximately a thousand years ago.
The island itself has a long history. I am now thinking I want to go back and spend a week or so on Mont Saint Michel, walk where the builders and designers and centuries of people have walked, worked, prayed, wondered, lived.

Inner courtyard of Mont Saint Michel Abbey. Photo MDessein 2002

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Lest I go on too long, you get the drift. Amazing things are built and created each day now. Yet the wonders created millenia ago still seem far advanced of us in many ways.

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The creativity, imagination, and ability of humans is humbling. However, human’s capacity for harm is stunning. That dichotomy is also millenia old.

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When I have some answers, you can be sure I’ll let you know.

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(Yup, my book, When I Was a Rock Star is available on Amazon in paperback and e-book. And! getting closer to finishing my novel!)

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