Hello there friends. I am sitting face turned towards the sun in a walled in garden just beyond the lavender fields. Their bouquets have been shorn but the bees still buzz about searching for that last dose of sweetness. So far away from tout and time but yet still vulnerable to the fist of news coming towards me through my little iphone when the signal permits.
Somehow these photos of the chapel at Vernegues, felled in the earthquake of 1903, seem appropriate for some of the thoughts rolling through my head, my heart this week with the 9/11 anniversary and the frightening upheaval over a film that is not ours but now will be. What traces remain after the fall? Where do we go during the aftershocks that are sure to follow?
I certainly have no answers in my far away garden other than to turn away from hatred. Hope rustles in the trees and I am listening.
We are most likely going to stay a bit longer in this idyllic corner of the Luberon and so I will be back to my regular posting at some point next week. Soaking up the beauty around me like a sponge and wishing for you the same during the weekend ahead!
Hi Heather! Some how I missed this post! I've been missing your unique poetry of words and pictures that transports me to another place – perhaps another time and world…where the air is a little different, the clock doesn't move as quickly and I breath deeply because the air smells so sweet. These photos are the perfect example of the mood you create, which I just love. Hope you are enjoying your time away and looking forward to hearing more about it! XO
What a completely idyllic site! Wonderful that you could spend some time there.
As usual Heather, your words and images offer a sort of haven. It makes turning away from the hatred in the world a little easier, or perhaps more precisely – facing it, and trying to provide a counterbalance of kindness and reason, when the sheer fatigue of the world's insanity feels oppressive.
Thank you for this gentle respite.
There are no answers to such questions, dear Heather. We will forever seek them but I think they will elude us. It is the way of the world. Continue to enjoy the peace of Luberon. That derelict little chapel has quite entranced me.
You know, as I do, that this hatred is born from complete ignorance. Ignorance which is cherished by the leaders of the young & unschooled. Only in an enlightened society can you find tolerance, patience and understanding. Women in this area are the key, if only they can see how dreadful life is for their children and the unborn. We will pray about this, Heather…I will believe I am with you in the Luberon where life seems so simple.
Sending love, sweetie…