There are moments in life when we feel compelled to stop and go back for a second look.
Remi and I were barrelling along a back road in the Var when in a flash something pulled at the corner of my eye. “Hold on, can we turn around?” By now, Remi knows that this is a question that I don’t ask lightly. He obliged and we were awarded with the view of a lopsided old bridge tucked in the hills of a forgotten valley. The noonday sun flattened out the land in the palm of its hand, something was missing. We drove on.
After enduring the winds rustling around Grimaud, we decided that they would keep us from enjoying a sunset glass of rosé in St. Tropez as had been our plan and turned back. “Why don’t we stop again at that bridge we passed earlier?” Remi suggested. I should have known. A perpetual light hunter, that one.
Ben jumped out of the back of the Range Rover with a shake of delight. How strange this terrain with its bumpy lava-like crust dotted with lichen. The parasol pines pushed the horizon out and up, in a very Seuss-ical manner. Curiouser and curiouser.
As can happen when faced with such utter beauty, some silent agreement forms between Remi and I. We both need to go our separate ways for a while and define it for ourselves. Ben plays tag between the two of us. As on that particular evening it happened to be close to the time when he usually hears his favorite word in the world, he shadowed my heels, looking at me questioningly “where are we?”.
“A rather good question,” I thought. I let my eyes tell me where they wanted to go and as has been often the case lately, they zeroed in on the small, the details. The minutiae. How they fill up our everyday lives, so often without notice, without appreciation for all of the joy that they can bring.
The little things constantly lead us to the big. I looked up and gazed at the bridge, now bathed in the love of last light. How many bridges did I cross to get here? To be right here at this moment?
There can be whole blocks of time in our lives, weeks, months, years, where we feel “stuck”. Caught up in webs of worry or weighted down by grasping silent emotions. And yet like the water flowing underneath that ancient bridge, we are always moving forward and being moved. Particle by particle and hope to hope.
A shudder passed over me as the cold from the sun-drained lava crept up in my skin. But I shook it off and let my gaze soften, wondering what bridges to cross lie ahead.
Absolutely Karena–forward it is! And I saw your charming interview with Tina, merci.
Oh Heather I love this post, a reminder to stop, reflect and then yes always move forward!!
I have featured an Interview with Tina from The Enchanted Home…
xoxo
Karena
Art by Karena
It seems the more beautiful the environment, the more dreamy I get! I can't help it…
Wishing you a wonderful weekend…
Hello Heather…
Such a beautiful spot you found… I can imagine how that lead to such a pensive moment…
See you soon… xv
Thank you so very much, Helen. That is quite a compliment coming from you!
And hopefully, our dear Ben will be with us for awhile longer. I hope to spoil him with love as long as possible. 🙂
Wishing you also a weekend full of light…
Hello Heather
The landscape is so very different from any I have seen, perhaps a little like the wilds of Arizona coupled with the Burren in Ireland, yet the flora and fauna differs. Ben had a wonderful life.
I love the line where you said
"We both need to go our separate ways for a while and define it for ourselves" You are both true artists.
Have a glorious weekend
Helen xx
And it really is that blue, Veronique–that isn't photoshop! Somehow it seemed even clearer than here in the Alpilles. Hold on, Spring is coming to you…
I think it is wonderful that you took a photography course. I am on the slow track with Remi so it isn't exactly the same thing–but maybe ten years from now I will have learned what you did so quickly!
Bonjour Heather. Thank you for stopping by today. Well, whether you want it or not, this post definitely qualifies as "deep," (unlike my last story, ha! ha!) Loved your photography, and how you took the time to study nature around you. Your words accompany the photos perfectly, bien sur. Personally, I am simply mesmerized by the blue sky, probably because I crave it so much this time of year in the grey Pacific Northwest. Bon weekend! Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)
No need to be "deep" Debra! That made me smile. I know, I tend to make something out of nothing–I'll scare the readers away again if I'm not careful. 🙂
Hope all is well with you–bon weekend!
Sorry I'm not going to be deep here but will say I love the mix in your landscape. Interesting to see the moss and fungus mixed in with an abandoned vineyard and old lava rock. Unusual landscape to be sure. I love seeing Ben in your posts his face is so expressive.
Happy Friday!
XX
Debra~