We are still, still in the Luberon. One more day then one more en plus with the absolute bonafide deadline of tomorrow stretched out as thin as a noonday shadow.
I am digging back in the “unpublished” file for these photos, just as I did for the previous post.
I had different eyes then. And different scenery too.
This current pair, belonging to a lacsidaisical me dawdling in between years with a sleepy yawn, has been resting in soft-focus. So the title, chosen long ago, as a followup to who knows what, remains relevant, right in the middle of this particular moment.
My face lifts toward the window frame and my soul flies out, rainward. Thoughtless and ghostlike. I am content to take in the lolling waltz of the fog as it dances back then forward then back over the ridge of the mountaintop.
Because, after a tiny struggle, I have given up on the desire to capture it or anything, if only for a little while longer. Not seeing then, that comes after. Just lost in the looking with vision wiped slowly clean to move forward, better and soon.
Ps. Oh dear me! It is only now, as Remi and I have made pur daily trip to Simiane to have solid internet contact that I see that in my in-between haze I completely and utterly forgot about this months By Invitation Only party!!! Now, those of you who have been reading for awhile might guess at how much I love participating in this group of talented writers. And funnily enough, this month´s theme is “Changes, Moving Forward.” Now, I had to smile in seeing that, knowing the final sentence written above a few hours earlier. Apparently, the theme was in my noggin somehow. For I really believe that first things first, a breathing time AND a tabla rasa have to happen before any real change of the lasting kind can happen. And change is certainly ahead for Remi and I, certainly at least moving house before next summer. The rest is still in the air and ideas are not quite formed. We will find our way forward together.
And please do take inspiration from those on a faster track than I am (!) by visiting the lovely Marsha’s Splenderosa:
Is this my friend Leslie in Portland? So funny, we watched our son perform at the Kennedy Center before Christmas via live streaming too — Best seat in the house!
Dear Joan,
Thank you for letting me know that a kindred spirit was watching in Florida. This link with you, and the very opportunity to see this performance up close from so far and in real time, demonstrates the vibrant possibilities for whole new kinds of connections that the web gives us. Very, very exciting for we human beings. I'd love to hear any further comments you have about EOTB. Send Heather an email and she will forward it to me. Leslie in Portland, Oregon
Dear Heather,
Thank you for the encouragement, the forum, the incredible beauty, and your generosity in sharing your life. And yes, I am proud of, actually in admiration of, all the performers in EOTB, but the whole experience transcended even that and took me to a transcendent place full of awe. I wonder if Einstein felt that at the moment of discovery… XOXO
The changing season, dawn and the fading light, Ben and Kipling enjoying the outdoors. Time passes even when we are not attentive.
A new year. Wonderful photos.
Enjoyable moments. "We will find our way forward together." Yes.
Thank you so very much, Joan and of course I wish you the same. And you know what? I bet that you and Leslie would get along fine and dandy. 🙂
xo
H
Oh my. Thanks for your belief, Jeanne! That helps!!
And is your trip to Paris soon? You must be so excited…
I am trying not to let my fear of not knowing what is next win the day–with success on somedays, less on others. Being in such a quiet place was helpful as I could certainly hear the racket in my head enough to say "Pipe down!"
And to you both as well!! Yes, looking forward to seeing where life will take you too…
So different than your own, Francine. If we could only share each other's lives for half of the year–some Provence, some New York–now THAT would be perfect.
Oh my goodness, I am ashamed to "show my face" in front of you! I am so behind on your blog it is terrible.
But yes, these two are snifferes of the highest degree!
Bisous delivered and sending them right back! And oh how I do hope that you are right, dear Marsha…
Oooh, sending Happy New Years wishes right back to you at the other side of the world, Francesca. And I was trying to figure out when I took these photos based on the light…my guess is May.
Leslie, I know how much you would have liked to have been at the performance itself but I am so glad that you were able to watch it live!! You must have been beside yourself with pride…
Oy, let's hope so, dear friend. And hoping that I get to meet another member of the Blue household too…
Wow! So glad to hear that!! 🙂
It was a dreamy super quiet time. But I have missed you all! I need to get caught up with your excellent writing!!!
Dear Unknown, I was watching the same live stream while home in Florida. Except for not having a son in it, my reactions were so like yours. funny to have this connection in the cloud computing. Joan
Dear Heather, very best wishes on any and all roads and wherever life takes you in 2014. warmly, Joan
How lovely to be lost in the looking – something we should find time for every day – if only for the time it takes to breath deeply for a moment or two. Change. It's good right? Yes. I'm sure that the changes ahead will lead to more wonderful richness for you and Remi. You'll make it so, I'm sure! XOXO
Exquisite images, and yes, sometimes getting lost is just the right thing to do, in order to find our way to a new way of seeing. XXXX
The perfect light; the perfect feel you've created and shown us in this post Heather. There seems to be something about this time of year that makes us all sit back, recharge and ponder new directions. It looks like the perfect 'charging station' to me. Happy adventures in 2014 for you all~
The quality of the light is beautiful. I love walking on these trails, discovering natural beauty… I just feel …i just want to pack my bags and move to this beloved part of the world
Love the photo of Ben and Kingsley on the trail; looks like they have found a good scent.
Accidently, you have created the most perfect post, Heather.
But, the cosmos says there are no accidents, therefore it aligns with what the heavens want of you right this moment. xx's to the doggies….
Just beautiful – I particularly love the light. Happy New Year from Sydney F xx
You are gently percolating, aren't you…letting it come to you! I felt something akin when from 0930h-1400h today, I watched France Televisions live streaming of the first of the January 7-12 performances of "Einstein on the Beach" at Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris. 4.5 mesmerizing, stimulating, crystal clear but ephemeral hours of beauty through vocal and instrumental music, dance, the spoken word…stunning sights and sounds. Robert Wilson, Phillip Glass and Lucinda Childs, and their performers, have created an incandescent, moving opera. Originally premiered in the same theater in 1976, with Ms. Childs herself dancing, it brought tears to my eyes, pumping to my heart and vigor to my mind today. It will be available for replay to 5/7/2014 at culturebox.francetvinfo.fr/einstein-on-the-beach-au-theatre-du-chatelet-146813. I wish I could have come to Paris to see it, but all performances have long been sold out. Milles mercis to France Televisions for the live stream! Thinking of you, Leslie P.S. Disclaimer: My son is one of the twelve dancers in this piece…but I'm his most discerning fan! :>)
i sense this will be a big year for you, somehow…the change of moving house may well signal many changes within….
Gorgeous, as ever, Heather. Thank you. You've made my day.
Your contentment shines forth in your beautiful writing, dear Heather. It sounds like you are in your own particular heaven.
Ah DA, you expressed this so beautifully…as you always do. Looking forward to getting caught up with Daily Plate Of Crazy and you when I get back…
Bisous,
H
These images are just gorgeous, and your words, like being immersed in honey. So being lost in the looking feels just right. Sometimes that seeming nothingness that is in fact "muchness" is exactly what we need for moving forward, with or without significant changes.
And aren't we always evolving, no matter what? Why not in some luscious, blurring, yet crystallizing process?