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?
Now Heather you are a mind-reader as well as a dreamer. I shall cherish that thought.
xx
I can feel it in my heart Heather…it will come, your Camelot.
I am sure when you least expect it..
it will welcome you with open windows.
A beautiful post Heather,
your photographs leapt off the page along with your words.
Just as I would have expected. xx
PS…keep an eye on your post box,
there is a little something coming your way. 🙂
Ah – Camelot….
*farrofflookbeyondthecamera*
lovely post dear heather.
and tranquil music choice.
delicious.
*wavingfromlosangeles*
Beautiful. I especially love: "If my life has not been linear, who knows, perhaps I am closer than I think?" I find it true that the more we enjoy the journey toward our dreams the more likely they are to just show up on our doorstep one day.
Thank you for taking us along with you on your quest. Warmly ~LeAnn, l&l
Charmee de vos photos, je m'arrete pour la premiere fois ici deposer un bravo pour les belles publications.Je vous ai croisee a travers un blog aime, celui de Karin "La Pouyette".
A bientot j'espere!
YES!
THAT WILL DO!I MIGHT NEVER LEAVE!
XOOXO
Francine, you of all people will appreciate what I call our "cabanon des reves"–I would love to rent it someday. You might recognize it from being in Cote Sud, etc. : http://www.location-cabanon-luberon.com/
Isn't it lovely?
And yes, I will keep you in mind while we look! You never know…
This is the most beautiful tribute to a beautiful, rich, simple and well lived life. Let me know when you find your cabanon as I share the same dream…. if you ever find a second one…do draw me a line….I am searching for my own cabanon as well…
That absolutely sounds like something we would want to do! Actually there is an abandoned church up in the hills near here that I have written about wanting to "save"…maybe one day…
That is one of our favorites, Judith and we went back to say hello to it on our last trip to the Luberon. How lucky those owners are…Still finishing reading your lovely post, Judith!