I haven’t felt like talking much and so it goes that I haven’t felt much like writing either. Opening up the drawers of my desk, I look to see if there are any extra words laying around, in the bottom, in the corners and find only perfume vials and paper clips. It is not sadness, nor its opposite, just quiet. I close the drawers and let my gaze rise out the window like a balloon escaping a tiny fist. The clouds are lazy.
They drag behind the beat of the guitar strum of the homeless man who is sitting on the sidewalk just to the right of our front door. I say homeless but I don’t know if that is true, SDF in French or Sans Domicile Fixe. He was there yesterday evening as well, drinking a beer and asking about the dogs. He used the polite “vous” form and wished me a pleasant evening. In turn I offered that he would have Bon Courage with the rain. Which is gone today. So perhaps that is why he is playing.
Remi walks past my desk and the orchids near my screen shake their hearts with each step. How thin these old floors are, how differently built. We must have sounded like elephants to the family that lived below. But now they’ve gone and we have the building to ourselves. Which feels both luxurious and isolating, the space that contains us. Luckily, we have the country so close at hand, the land where we can keep walking and often in silence. I don’t have to find the words to express the precision of such beauty. Cowboy rope mountains, twilight petals. I can get lost in the looking. We all have our internal answers, those without syllables that we just know. What comfort that brings. It sings.
Have a wonderful wag of a week, everyone…
beautiful
Very graceful and wistful post ending with a lovely canine.
Oooh, Cayucos looks gorgeous! Not far from Cambria if I understand correctly. My folks used to love to drive up that way from San Diego. And intact sand dollars?! Now that is a true treasure. 🙂
Thank you for the blessings. Sending them right back to you…
Ben is doing his slow tail wag (his specialty) the one that says "aren't I funny?" and he is.
Oh, it sounds like you had a wonderful evening! I hope that you have photos. I missed the moon entirely but that would explain my mood now wouldn't it?
Still need to listen to the new DM–merci for the reminder…
*waving back under a blue, blue sky*
Oh, I am pretty contemplative ALL of the time, Ann! 🙂 Heehee…
Thank you so much, Ann. The terrain really asks that you slow down, literally! As it is to rocky to go quickly, so why not look around? 🙂
You're welcome, Sharon and thank you for the compliment. The land here is so different than yours and yet both makes us dream…the grass is always greener!
You're absolutely right about the ocean, it nourishes my soul and calms my being, plus the fresh sea food is a tonic. We actually went to the small village of Cayucos last week and I found a few treasures from the sea, 3 intact sand dollars and 2 pieces of beach glass to add to my collection. By the way, I'm on my way to Paris in May with my childhood friend. I'm so excited thinking of all the adventures we will have. Also, how is it that you know the exact words to say? What a gift you have Heather. Blessings to you and your brood.
the expression on that Pup!
just glorious.
and so is writing or not writing and looking out of windows or admiring orchids.
love. it. all.
*wavingfromlosangeles* (listening to the new Depeche Mode album by candelight to give you a visual – watching the VAST monster moooooooon.
Lovely post, Heather! How right you are to indulge your contemplative side from time to time. I hope you come out of it refreshed. xo