We are still, still in the Luberon. One more day then one more en plus with the absolute bonafide deadline of tomorrow stretched out as thin as a noonday shadow.
I am digging back in the “unpublished” file for these photos, just as I did for the previous post.
I had different eyes then. And different scenery too.
This current pair, belonging to a lacsidaisical me dawdling in between years with a sleepy yawn, has been resting in soft-focus. So the title, chosen long ago, as a followup to who knows what, remains relevant, right in the middle of this particular moment.
My face lifts toward the window frame and my soul flies out, rainward. Thoughtless and ghostlike. I am content to take in the lolling waltz of the fog as it dances back then forward then back over the ridge of the mountaintop.
Because, after a tiny struggle, I have given up on the desire to capture it or anything, if only for a little while longer. Not seeing then, that comes after. Just lost in the looking with vision wiped slowly clean to move forward, better and soon.
Ps. Oh dear me! It is only now, as Remi and I have made pur daily trip to Simiane to have solid internet contact that I see that in my in-between haze I completely and utterly forgot about this months By Invitation Only party!!! Now, those of you who have been reading for awhile might guess at how much I love participating in this group of talented writers. And funnily enough, this month´s theme is “Changes, Moving Forward.” Now, I had to smile in seeing that, knowing the final sentence written above a few hours earlier. Apparently, the theme was in my noggin somehow. For I really believe that first things first, a breathing time AND a tabla rasa have to happen before any real change of the lasting kind can happen. And change is certainly ahead for Remi and I, certainly at least moving house before next summer. The rest is still in the air and ideas are not quite formed. We will find our way forward together.
And please do take inspiration from those on a faster track than I am (!) by visiting the lovely Marsha’s Splenderosa:
The quality of the light is beautiful. I love walking on these trails, discovering natural beauty… I just feel …i just want to pack my bags and move to this beloved part of the world
Love the photo of Ben and Kingsley on the trail; looks like they have found a good scent.
Accidently, you have created the most perfect post, Heather.
But, the cosmos says there are no accidents, therefore it aligns with what the heavens want of you right this moment. xx's to the doggies….
Just beautiful – I particularly love the light. Happy New Year from Sydney F xx
You are gently percolating, aren't you…letting it come to you! I felt something akin when from 0930h-1400h today, I watched France Televisions live streaming of the first of the January 7-12 performances of "Einstein on the Beach" at Théâtre du Châtelet in Paris. 4.5 mesmerizing, stimulating, crystal clear but ephemeral hours of beauty through vocal and instrumental music, dance, the spoken word…stunning sights and sounds. Robert Wilson, Phillip Glass and Lucinda Childs, and their performers, have created an incandescent, moving opera. Originally premiered in the same theater in 1976, with Ms. Childs herself dancing, it brought tears to my eyes, pumping to my heart and vigor to my mind today. It will be available for replay to 5/7/2014 at culturebox.francetvinfo.fr/einstein-on-the-beach-au-theatre-du-chatelet-146813. I wish I could have come to Paris to see it, but all performances have long been sold out. Milles mercis to France Televisions for the live stream! Thinking of you, Leslie P.S. Disclaimer: My son is one of the twelve dancers in this piece…but I'm his most discerning fan! :>)
i sense this will be a big year for you, somehow…the change of moving house may well signal many changes within….
Gorgeous, as ever, Heather. Thank you. You've made my day.
Your contentment shines forth in your beautiful writing, dear Heather. It sounds like you are in your own particular heaven.
Ah DA, you expressed this so beautifully…as you always do. Looking forward to getting caught up with Daily Plate Of Crazy and you when I get back…
Bisous,
H
These images are just gorgeous, and your words, like being immersed in honey. So being lost in the looking feels just right. Sometimes that seeming nothingness that is in fact "muchness" is exactly what we need for moving forward, with or without significant changes.
And aren't we always evolving, no matter what? Why not in some luscious, blurring, yet crystallizing process?