I have been grieving the comforts of my home in Australia this past month. I know it’s crazy right? I am in France! A place that represents my ‘personal legend’ (as in Paulo Coelho’s novel ‘The Alchemist’). It’s taken me 43 years to get here and yet part of me feels disappointed.
Why is that so? I can only narrow this disappointment I feel down to the resistance of the seasons of life. I’ve felt increasingly isolated as this village of Bonnieux that I love so much shuts down for the winter and settles into its annual quietness. I’ve been resisting this. I want to see activity, people, things happening … community. Read More
Jon and I have been here in our new hood of Bonnieux for over a week now, but it’s still a bit surreal. What is very tangible though is how relaxed I feel. It’s like my body has exhaled deeply into calmness.
In April 2012 my husband Jon and I departed Australia for a 6-month sabbatical in Spain. Jon was able to continue working his business because it internet based. I had taken ‘leave without pay’ from my job. For the first time in my life I was a housewife and a lady of leisure. I cooked all our meals from scratch, enjoyed gardening, riding my bicycle, reading books … and I loved every moment! Read More