Camelot, my Camelot…a castle to call my own…or just…a cabanon.
I was thinking earlier today that my life has hardly been linear. And while I know in my head that every moment has been a result of a previous choice plus the occasional bolt of luck, looking back it does seem all over the map. Literally. Nomad me, even in society.
So perhaps that is why I long for something solid, a little hideaway to call my own where I can live as I please. One that won’t suddenly disappear and will offer the same joys year after year.
My companion, whose jolts and dashes have been erratic as mine, feels the same. So we go hunting, cabanon hunting in Provence. It seems the perfect landscape, lavender fields, olive groves. And there they are, those often abandoned buildings, small enough to be our doll’s house. Just the size for dreaming and an afternoon nap.
We scour them out, we chase across distant fields to find them. In our minds we fix them up, we argue over where the kitchen would go. We own them even if it is only in our cabanon dreams.
I don’t need a castle. Nor perfection or idealism. No swords drawn out of a rock. Or miracles at all save for the everyday kind…
Shaking out the sheets on a line, pulling tomatoes, toes buried in the grass next to the one I love.
I am not there yet, but I am not far either. If my life has not been linear, who knows, perhaps I am closer than I think?
Today’s post was my little “Hello!” as part of the series By Invitation Only, in which bloggers around the world share their interpretations on a common theme, this month’s being “Camelot.”
To see the other wonderful posts, please do click here. There are such talented women in this group and we will be on break until September.
Come on, there is nothing wrong with dreaming is there?
We will build you a luxury style tent! Very Napoleon!
Helen, did you see Wyn's response above? I can imagine you painting outside of all of these cabanons…Stepping in just to take an afternoon nap to escape the heat…
xo,
H
Oh, I think we have a LOT in common, Leslie. And isn't your boat your matchbox? We were talking this morning about the dream of owning a boat to be able to move your dreams around from place to place…
PS. I really like Bonobo's music–I bought the album and am not disappointed!
Fine praise from you, Slim.
In the Alpilles?!? Now that is a dream indeed. Although we did go to visit one the other week at 35K. Seem to good to be true? It was… 😉
Susan, Remi and I talked about your question in the car yesterday as we drove to the mountains…I suppose it is a question of perspective. Some folks seem to live rather A + B = C existences but we all have our swoops and swirls don't we? You are right!
Thank you, friend. This meant so much to me and was quite a lovely gift to hold on to. And I will.
xo,
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Yes but I like to carry my dreams around with me in my front pocket, Mr. Laoch!
Yes, Wyn! And we would probably take up painting too if we find the right space to do so… 🙂
Yes, I can picture you and yours happy in such a little getaway too. 🙂