I am sliding into my quiet phase, which arrives without fail mid-January and parts sans fanfare in the beginning of March. I would bet that it was the same last year? Let’s see…yes, just the same…but with better writing! For already, I feel the verbal slipping beyond my grasp, as if someone was speaking in the next room but I can’t quite make out the words that they are saying. Fortunately, there are always visuals – in this case photos of the beautiful village of Joucas – to keep the balance in flight.
Well, I will also add one idea that popped into my redhead this morning, thanks to the wonderful Vickie Lester at Beguiling Hollywood, who was extolling her appreciation for the kindness present – the goodwill too – of her interactions on the internet, something for which I am exceedingly grateful as well. Her remark reminded me of a conversation that I had with Remi yesterday in which he was discussing the idea of “home” as a place where you are understood. I thought about that quite a bit. And while I realize that many of you visit to discover the glories of this beautiful Provence, there are also those that are here because you share a bit of understanding with me. It is something I most certainly do not take for granted. Even in this quiet time, especially so.
PS. My sister sent me a screen shot of her weather forecast yesterday – with the windchill it was -29°F!
So no matter where you are, cuddle up, take good care and enjoy:
PPS. For those of you that have inquired (merci!), you can find me on Instagram at lostinarles…
I was so proud of that photo but then Remi popped up behind me and took one on his iphone–his iphone!–that was just so fabulous…still learning…And I think that you are really right. Best just to embrace this time…
Hooray! A compliment from you on both is vunderbar!
Makes me happy to hear that. 🙂
Home is anywhere my loved ones gather.
I want to live in the place with those pots!
Till now I always thought that "home is where your heart is". Moving so much, I had never problems with that saying but since I moved recently back to EU I know that
"home is where your roots are" (or is it the feeling from a woman of a certain age?)
… and I may even say I am taking refuge, ici…
Very heartwarming yet clearly composed images. La silhouette de la corde à linge reflète cet état de sérénité. Home is where our hearts and minds are. Me too I am looking forward to my visits ici.
Blessed be the quiet phases of life. How we need them in our daily lives, crowded as they are in noise and white noise and sensory overload. In the second photo, under the blue shutters, there are plants that look very like the swan plants I have in my garden for monarch caterpillar food. Do you know what they are?
perhaps remi has uncovered the secret as to what makes a home such a special place to be…
"The whole sting and excitement of our voluntary life depends on our sense that in it things are really being decided from one moment to another, and that it is not the dull rattling off of a chain that was forged innumerable ages ago”-William James
I think it’s one of those winter days when we can’t keep ourselves warm enough in body and thought.
I like the photos and the song.