In a haze of jet-lag, I grabbed my camera and headed outside with a determined gait in order to try and stay awake. And to remember where I was and why. My little village. It looked so scruffy and simple.
But we all know that sometimes simple is best.
I mentioned that recently and sans doute due to a stray-dog memory, I will most likely say it again.
I tumbled around with a propped-up eye…
…to rediscover all of the details and feelings that made me fall in love with this odd corner of Provence for the first time.
My gaze was radically hungry – down, across and certainly, uppity up.
For as soon as Remi picked me up at the airport – with les chiens in tow – I started exclaiming about the light. That autumn shift that brings a brighter blue, a softer gold.
And it scratches the sides of surfaces to make them sing.
Architectural traces of better times…
…still give proof to something good.
Colors blend…
…lines sway…
…and I feel plenty of calm just looking out my window.
I feel a hidden promise of doors yet to open…
…and yes, friends (Why does that word now have a corny context? Says who? Banish that! It is a good word!) are still to be made.
Cheers to you. Thank you for all of your kindness and for being here…
PS. Apparently, “sometimes cloudy days are best” too. Woof woof! 😉
My third visit and this time with right time and/or mind set to absorb. Wonderful. Also a last look before I buy THE shade of blue paint for a pantry door, inside of new front door w its magical half door window, and for shadow box sides if tall, narrow window next to the front door. All informed by the Maghreb and the Hand of Fatima already hanging in the window shadow box. The choice is up for a non binding vote on FB. I'm happy w both front runners, one of which I feared I loved for its name "Turkish Tile." Voters can say names….so to Lowe's in the morning. with your blues in my mind as well.
I love your eye for the details of the villages you visit including the one where you now live. Are you settled enough and do you have time to meet up with Shirley and me while we are in Sablet? Happy to go to where you are? Email me at ch*******@*ol.com.
Oh "In its juices" I do understand. (: And I definitely will come! I would have come this autumn but the second half of this year seems to be all about physical/sanitary renovation for me. At times a bit annoying but I see it as a preparation to start for the next 45 years o:
the return and the promise
when light comes
first to the eyes
the many lines start to arrange
colors mingle
then to memories of familiar
and something new
you arrive again
where you started
and promises
to begin again.
What is odd about it? Come and see for yourself! heehee It isn't terribly odd just surprisingly rough around the edges – not in a bad way but "still in its juices" – for Provence…
Grazie mille Emilia! Yes, there is something quite special here. I love the term "soul place"!
Up, down? They are everywhere! 😮
Merci, Jeanne. It has been a gift to come back to the beautiful light and such warm weather!