The images that surround us and swirl about our feet sink in whether we realize it or not.
Here in this new tiny village, there has been quite a bit of problems with the water supply. Imagine our surprise and utter dismay at the end of unpacking boxes to find that the gold at the end of the rainbow – in this case, the much anticipated shower on the path to cleanliness – has dissolved into a cloudy gray wash. Oh, dear. Their old pipes, tired after so many years of tapping deep into the water table. Our old pipes, worn thin by the rush.
The local water company is working on it with dramatic updates, bottles of Crystalline distributed daily for each resident and the fire hydrants left open all night so as to clear out the end of the bad.
Lately, I have had one thought in my head, recurring, “I need to let the silt sink to the bottom.” This summer and heat have taken their toll on top of years punctuated with uncertainty. And yet, suddenly I find myself immersed in quiet and realize that I am beginning to see clearly. But not quite yet. I wander from room to room, forgetting the reason that had put me in motion, I am forgetful, often unable to concentrate my thoughts enough to write and yet am delighted to be…happy.
I am right where I want to be.
Like the underground thick and deep, the murky in me will quell and then it is on and upward we go.
EDIT: I try to be clear in my writing but this seems like it is another example of murkiness as the key word to me in this post is “happy”. And I am, we are, supremely so. Being here is amazing. Things may not be perfect but as I write here often, that isn’t really the point now, is it? With my Best from Provence, Heather
Have a great rest of your weekend…
These are the havocs that make life interesting and challenging…but you do sound so happy which makes it all worth it.
The old pipes give their old songs. After the water clears you will hear other songs, sweeter and new.
Have a wonderful week.
Yes, I think that they have worked out the rest of the problem! We actually have tons of water here – it is the filtering system that is the problem. But there are many people that live in the country that buy pumps (yes, the right word!) and tanks too.
And how right you are, we are so very fortunate. We are water.
Silke, you are such a wonderfully supportive friend – I hope you know how much it means to me! As I quite liked those photos too (she admits sheepishly).
And yes, I have seen first hand the luxury of water in my travels but yet how often we can forget as you say – I wish that neither were the case.
Gros Bisous,
H
Yay, Jeanne! Oh so happy to see you here. And I need to caught up with you as well. We both have had quite a summer it seems! Hoping yours was wonderful…
The water is getting better! Enough for a shower. And yes, there are plenty of rivers – but not the Rhone which is sadly, far too polluted for me to let the dogs swim in it.
So very true! And you are completely right, it is the pipes (sometimes centuries old) that are creating all of the havoc…
I love your Mum's saying and agree with it – although we are pretty fast workers! Actually, we have to force ourselves to sloooow doooown so as to not make decisions too quickly that we will later regret. Thanks for the good wishes!
Aiiii, I know. I thought about you all when they were letting the fire hydrants run. Your beautiful garden must be suffering.
Merci, Titti! Much appreciated. 🙂