Bonsoir, mes amis.
I thought it was high time that I check in with you all, especially as some of you have been preparing to send out the search dogs.
While I have been slowing down the pace of posting, I do have plenty of material prepared to share with you, including more from
the Fondation Van Gogh in Arles where these photos were taken.
the Fondation Van Gogh in Arles where these photos were taken.
The play of light and shadows caressed the timeworn surfaces as I skated across the well-oiled parqueterie. Until finally, I stopped moving and just stood in the center of the room, surprised to find myself alone. It is amazing how in such moments one can feel lifted by something so far beyond the here and now as to seem eternal. Or maybe it doesn’t just seem but it is. How lucky then to breathe a bit of forever amidst our ever-changing lives.
I traced the shadows repeatedly, following the directions they were whispering that I should follow, then lifted my chin. That light, so bright that not even the blinds could tame it…it made me want to wrap it around me like a cape, open the windows and fly.
Tell me, where are you headed? Dites-moi tout.
There is much to see, Emm, much to see…and yes to sideways! I loved that and certainly there is no better way to describe how it can feel at times…save for like a waltz?
The show in Amsterdam sounds amazing…go! And I am sorry that you missed the opus of the worlds most famous postmaster. We need our art as fuel, Silke.
And you know, your life has such different rhythms to it! And yet you always find your way through until it serves you well in the end…I believe in you…
Thank you for all of your kind words and support…et Gros Bisous à toi!
I am so happy to hear that you are going to be in France and so soon! I do hope you make it to Paris if you have never been…even for just one night…just walk the Seine and dream a bit…
So true, Ali. I think that we tend to forget both the impermanence AND the possibilities most of the time. And yes, to choices too.
xo
If only you knew how appropriate that is Jackie! I hope all is going fine for you both. Of course, some of your detours have brought about some fascinating results…
Remember Paul on his way to Damascus being surrounded by light and transformed.
Light and its epiphany "and fly".
I’m glad you are back.
Have you lost the loving feeling..or perhaps found plus encore ! Whichever..j'espère vous serais comblée de bonheur !
Please allow me to say something to your thoughts because I find you have a very interesting point here.
What exactly is it when we are reading a blog? Is it to follow someones real life? Sometimes it is. Is it a narration? Can be. Fiction? Also. What do we expect if we read a blog?
Would we ask for example Marcel Proust this question if he wrote a blog? Would we think that we got to know Swanns life well? Would we call Swann in "À la recherche du temps perdue" ill of ease?
Heather…After I posted a comment earlier…I went for a hike. I found a Bald Eagle feather. I immediately thought of you. Eagle Feathers mean courage and vision and maybe change….all good things. Hold those good thoughts.
Ali
This is so perfect. Course corrections, starting and stopping, backing and filling, toward the light, upward, downward, sideways (?), process, journey, constant change.
Where am I headed? Some days, it seems like merrily, merrily on my way to nowhere in particular. Others, to hither and yon. With luck, and clearing out some more of the personal underbrush, to France this spring, peut-être. Carrying in my mind some of your wonderful photographic images.