I am sliding into my quiet phase, which arrives without fail mid-January and parts sans fanfare in the beginning of March. I would bet that it was the same last year? Let's see...yes, just the same...but with better writing! For already, I feel the verbal slipping beyond my grasp, as if someone was speaking in the next room but I can't quite make out the words that they are saying. Fortunately, there are always visuals - in this case photos of the beautiful village of Joucas - to keep the balance in flight.
Well, I will also add one idea that popped into my redhead this morning, thanks to the wonderful Vickie Lester at Beguiling Hollywood, who was extolling her appreciation for the kindness present - the goodwill too - of her interactions on the internet, something for which I am exceedingly grateful as well. Her remark reminded me of a conversation that I had with Remi yesterday in which he was discussing the idea of "home" as a place where you are understood. I thought about that quite a bit. And while I realize that many of you visit to discover the glories of this beautiful Provence, there are also those that are here because you share a bit of understanding with me. It is something I most certainly do not take for granted. Even in this quiet time, especially so.
PS. My sister sent me a screen shot of her weather forecast yesterday - with the windchill it was -29°F!
So no matter where you are, cuddle up, take good care and enjoy:
PPS. For those of you that have inquired (merci!), you can find me on Instagram at lostinarles...