“They love to discover, these two.”
It is a bit of a catch-phrase between Remi and I. Because it is oh-so true. Discovery…the power of it, the adventure…has been a long link in our relationship. As a perpetual revelation of the new, it can be addictive. We roamed the world wide to sip its brew but now find our panoramas more confined.
I spend a lot of time in our little village. It is a Provence that is off the map and that too holds a bit of a thrill. But the challenge has been to keep seeing, to keep discovering and not fall prey to its lullaby, no matter how charming it may be.
I want to wrap the beauty of the world around me so tightly that it courses through my veins. And it is right there, everywhere, this ultimate luxury, our great gift.
Lately, the morning dew or la rosée on the grass has been wicking at my ankles as I walk the dogs. And so I open my eyes a little wider, let my heart get a bit more quiet and relish in the splendor of having diamonds for breakfast.
So sadly, no. We are not coming to France this year ( I can't believe I just wrote that!!! waaaaaa ) We are planning several different small trips though, including one my mother's birthplace in Canada, some time with my siblings, and a short trip to Rome. It will be weird not to be in France, but the year will pass as quickly as all the others have, and before I know it, I will be there again! And when I am…..expect to be invited on a date!
Late to the party here — but what a gorgeous metaphor!
Trying to paint a raindrop? I can't begin to imagine how to do that!
Tout à fait. And the looking can be such a refuge too. At least it is for me…
Grazie mille, Emilia! I think that you also like to discover beauty where you can…and when you can't you have a gift for making it happen!
Thank you so much, Mary Sue. 🙂