It was quite a surprise that I suddenly wanted to take pictures again. So I picked up the camera for the first time in many months, cradling it to my chest with one hand in-between the clicks, happy to see again.
That is a gift that you gave to me. Yes, you. Your comments and emails of support and understanding are like a talisman that I always have in my pocket, just in case. I thank you with all of my heart. It is freeing to know that I can share and that being ‘alone’ is an illusion.
What wasn’t surprising, not in the least, was that I would love my friend Elizabeth, La Contessa, in person as much as I have through communicating across the lines, over the years via the internet and eventually, due to her insistence, on the phone. She invited me to come out West to change my mind and then some. Maybe to shift perspective and pick up a bit of strength on the way.
I could feel the smile spreading up through my throat, across my lips to raise up my hand in a goofy wave as soon as I saw her at the terminal, waiting, searching the crowds for a redhead, possibly in a caftan. It was a recognition, a “Hello you” of a friendship made solid, something that would only intensify over the days as I fell head over heels for her and her antiques-filled (and I do mean filled) home, her charming Italian Husband, her winsome Corgi named Winston and even, astonishingly, a wise cat named Theodore (just don’t tell Ben and Kipling). That all of this was to be found in California only added to the sweetness.
It was a champagne bubble of a week filled with everything that I like.
Did that pop when I returned back to reality? It did. I realize constantly that I am in the early days yet. But, when courage has been instilled it cannot so easily be stripped.
And so too, on this Memorial Day in the States, I think of the men and women who have crossed truly frightening lines, fueled less by inspiration but something lit like freedom. I thank them as well.
“The question is not what a man can scorn, or disparage, or find fault with, but what he can love, and value, and appreciate.”
— John Ruskin
A thought that I held onto tightly on that day in February when I flew out of Paris?
There is a horizon always above the clouds and it is shining blue.
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*For those of you stopping by because of Elizabeth’s unending kindness? Thank you so very much for being here. If this post or the links are a little too cryptic, you can find out more of my recent story by clicking here. Bienvenue…
David, I cried when I read the poem even though I know I have read it before and loved it. Of course, I understand it differently now. And you know how much I love her work – increased by your sending that beautiful anthology. It is (or was, I doubt it is there now) on the shelf in the kitchen back home. I would pick it up and read a bit from time to time while cooking.
Of course, anyone who would think you a Snooty Boots doesn't know the least thing about you. You are only truly snobby when it comes to dogs – everyone knows that. 😉
Thank you for giving me that dose of humor – you know well (unfortunately) how much it does a person good and they all are gulped down, not sipped.
With much love to you Mr. Terry.
Thank you Bernadette. She is an amazing woman. I am really fortunate to call her my friend.
She did, Lorrie. Uncannily so. Her neighbors call her the "Fairy Godmother" for a reason…you would love her!
She is amazing. Thank you for your kindness always. I still don't have a cell phone so am not really back on instagram but hopefully will be soon…
Kind of like when you met Leslie in Oregon? 🙂
A tiny gift…absolutely nothing in compared to ALL that she did and does for me!
And yes, I know you understand, unfortunately. Bisous
PS. Movement is key.
Do you think so Ali? I hope you are right. And YES to hopefully getting back to Arles!
This is all wonderful, wonderful advice, Lillian – thank you -much needed. And for the very kind compliments as well.
I am the lucky one as far as Elizabeth is concerned…
Thank you Sandy. I will. After a long pause I miss it too much.
I love you Sister. And of course you are not alone. Ever.
More of California coming up soon. I kept 500 photos!