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French la Vie
Provence, France
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text via Sacha's instagram Continue reading
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godspeedcine is the name of Sacha’s and his friend Conrad’s business. Continue reading
Posted 2 days ago at French la Vie
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Happy Saturday ❤️ Via Adrian Michael Continue reading
Posted 3 days ago at French la Vie
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summer days warm with the constant song of the cigales we are at our friend's Rodger and Arnelle basking in their friendship catching up after their long-awaited return because covid they could not come back to France. At the same time, we are babysitting Gabriel. What are you doing this summer day? Continue reading
Posted 4 days ago at French la Vie
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A Happy reunion after such a long wait. more to come… Continue reading
Posted 5 days ago at French la Vie
Thank you for your messages, your thoughtfulness, the steady encouragement. I appreciate you deeply. My friend Pam wrote a simple line that had a good punch of truth to it: "Not every day is going to be a 10." It made me think how confusing it is when others say live every day as if it is your last. As if it has to be superbly perfect, overabundant, celebrated to the fullest with god knows what. I like the fact that every day might not be a 10, and that letting that truth be told and hearing it makes everyday part of the journey Live in the journey live in the present live with the joy - the grief - the unknown - the unfairness - the pleasure and somehow wrapping that all up as living it as if it were your last- "...Truly, Madly, Deeply." Continue reading
Posted 6 days ago at French la Vie
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The path that feels so strong, so secure under my feet, I do not take for granted. I know how life can change, as quickly as the crack of thunder, or the breaking of a wave. Nobody knows the future. Though those who have the amazing fortune of health, and well-being on their side, seem to have an easier time balancing the thunder and waves that do come. It takes courage to face the unknown. Some have faith on their side. Some have grace. Some have family and friends. Some have it all. Most have sanity. I am beginning to think that without it, no matter what is present (faith, grace, family, or friends) it can be a darker battleground, the thing called life. Even my saddest days are nothing compared to those who suffer depression, or mental anxiety. Nevertheless, heavy days feel heavy for all of us. Thankfully, I can put the heaviness down and stare at it, and walk away. I am sorry that I am speaking of such seriousness... for many of you, my blog is a "happy place". I write my blog as a way to help me focus on what is good though today and other days in the last several months I have had to stop what I am doing to find my balance, my "happy place" Feeling aware of the fragility of life is tenderly heavy to hold. Today I felt unmotivated, off-kilter, sleepwalking Thankfully, blogging, or keeping a journal, helps me tremendously. And as it is when one can stop and be in the moment, even forgetting that one is stopping and being in the moment, a new rhythm gives way to our steps... call it grace, call it peace, call it a pipeline to an inner voice. Stillness allows space and space gives room to let it pour out. Later in the day- As I was sitting back on our sofa Gabriel climbed up into my lap, took my face in his hands, and kissed me, then opened my eyelids with his little chubby hands, slid down off my lap grabbed my hands, and said, "Come O E (my name has changed from I E to O E) ." I didn't bother to ask where I just followed him to a pile of books and read stories. Continue reading
Posted 7 days ago at French la Vie
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Happiness is... Gabriel. (IF you haven't read yesterday's comments, go do so now. ) Continue reading
Posted Jul 19, 2021 at French la Vie
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My mother would say that hours sitting in a car made her feel exhausted. Though gardening in the 100-degree heat did not. I never understood her logic until recently. Chelsea and Martin had a wedding to attend this weekend near Lyon a three-hour drive. They asked me if I would tag along to babysit they did not need to ask twice I was happy to help out. After spending nearly thirteen hours traveling due to vacation traffic over two days I can honestly say: I get it, mom! (I look as wiped out as I feel.) Gabriel did very well considering such a long trip. What a trooper! (Thanks for the comments about Goldilocks Irene and Diogenes.) So tell me... We know we are getting old when... Continue reading
Posted Jul 18, 2021 at French la Vie
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Reassured him over and over that his mommy and daddy were coming home after the wedding~ and that he would see them after his sleep. Sang “Row row row your boat…” countless times- as he has a thing for boats. Whispered the story of Goldilocks more time than Row row row your boat… I changed the storyline a bit as I couldn’t remember the ending so I simply said that when baby bear found Goldilocks in his bed he giggled and climbed in bed with his mommy and went to sleep. How does it end? I left out the broken chair too… there is a broken chair right? Gabriel sleeps with his parents so this is a big step sleeping with me. He is a hot potato kicking off the covers. I am on the edge of the bed and he is a barnacle! Continue reading
Posted Jul 17, 2021 at French la Vie
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When I arrived in France I was thirty years old and did not speak more than three words of French. Some of you have asked me what was that like and how long did it take me to learn to speak French. 1) It was hard. Language isn't one of my natural gifts. I also do not like to study. It took me a very l.............o.......................n.......................g time to learn French. I am still learning. I have a very thick accent that doesn't bother me in the least because I do not hear it. Twenty years ago at a dinner party, a man asked me if I could read in French. I answered that I could read basic French but not classic novels. I also admitted I could not write in French. In which he replied (in French) "Aren't you ashamed of yourself? After all these years you haven't learned?" I replied, "I am stupid." I thought I might as well tell him what he thought and avoid any more of his insults. It worked. The conversation about my French language skills ended, though the dinner conversation continued on lighter topics. When French people ask me how long I have lived in France I know in a small way they are judging my French. If I say, "Ten years," they often reply in one or two ways: 1) You speak well, you have a charming accent. or 2. You speak like this after twenty years? After a while, this sort of response started bugging me. I thought I would change my answer so that we would all feel good. Therefore when a French person asks me how long had I lived in France I say, "Not too long." They respond by saying; 1) Incredible! Your French is very very good and I adore your accent. They smile and I smile everyone is happy. Yes, I am bending the truth. But that is a fault I can live with. Unless God marks all that stuff down in which case I am busted. I probably am busted for so many other things it won't matter anyway. and personally, I don't believe God does that, and if God does do that then I don't believe in God. Did I just go from talking about my French skills to confessing? That is a fuller conversation and one I enjoy in French and in English. I... Continue reading
Posted Jul 16, 2021 at French la Vie
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Ah, my cousin Christine, Julie’s sister sent me this photo today. When Yann and I were newlyweds living in Paris, Julie came to visit. She would come visit us many many times as the years came and went. Julie and I were 30 years old. In this trip visiting us we went through Paris’ famous underground illegally, climbing on telephone wires with rubber boats we bought in Bon Marche for 150 Francs. It was probably the most daring, outrageous, thrilling experience I had ever had. An eye opener to a world underneath Paris. Julie told Yann her favorite FRENCH words to say out loud: Poubelle, Gendarmes, Pamplemousse and Libellule. I did not know any of those words at the time. But I remember me and agree they sound pretty: Poubelle - Garbage can Gendarmes - Police Pamplemousse - Grapefruit Libellule - Dragonfly. It was the last time I had that style of haircut as nobody knew how to cut my hair like that in France. In my mind’s eye this is how Julie looks, this is how she looked in my dream the other night. My cousin, my dear cousin, resides in a rest home now as she is incapable of caring for herself. I bought an airline ticket and I will be in California in September on her birthday. Whenever I think about her which is often, I well up. When I saw this photo I was thankful of the love we have shared, of our bond, of the numerous memories I hold. Continue reading
Posted Jul 15, 2021 at French la Vie
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P is for Provence. P is for parking. P is for pastis. P is for parking in Provence with a parking sign transformed to say Pastis. ________________ Thank you for your comments regarding my selfies on my blog. Susan suggested "Selfie on Saturday" I kinda like that. Saturday comes quickly like every day of the week. I will try. Since many of you asked about my shoes- I am notorious for not spending a lot on clothes. I tend to be a replacement shopper. My shoes are about five years old they cost me ten euros. They are thrashed on the bottoms but I love them. My skirt is a hand-me-down from my friend Ching who loves to shop and when she grows tired of certain clothing she sometimes passes them on to me. I am a Lucky Duck otherwise I would be wearing god knows what. I am trying to wear colors... we will see how far that goes. ___ Have you ever had a Pastis? Do you wear hand-me-downs? Are you a shopper? I prefer the brocante to clothes I bet you guessed that?! Continue reading
Posted Jul 12, 2021 at French la Vie
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Photo challenge posting a photo of myself. Dare me how often? This will be a challenge that I might not meet but I am going to do my best to post more photos of myself, Continue reading
Posted Jul 11, 2021 at French la Vie
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Sacha's Italian Girlfriend is doing an internship in Barcelona at an art gallery. Amongst learning how to run an art gallery and sell art (every artist can relate to that) the owner of the art gallery is encouraging Elena to create as well by providing the art supplies and paper she needs to create as much art as she wants. At the same time, the gallerist will show her art and takes a small commission. It is a win-win situation, generous and supportive. Elena, on her Instagram account, posted a video of her creating a piece of art in seven minutes. She had a picture of The Basílica de la Sagrada Família- ("The Cathedral of the Holy Cross and Saint Eulalia, also known as Barcelona Cathedral, is the Gothic cathedral and seat of the Archbishop of Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain. The cathedral was constructed from the thirteenth to fifteenth centuries, with the principal work done in the fourteenth century.") The video is fascinating as she glanced at the photo of the gothic church while her pen dashed across the thick cotton paper. As she drew I could see in her eye that she knew exactly where she was going, her pen moved quickly without hesitation or pause what appeared as uneven lines and scribbles transformed in front of the viewer's eyes to a contemporary unmistakeable Basílica de la Sagrada Família- Four minutes in the church that took hundreds of years to complete splashes on paper. One vision to another. One artist to another. One lifetime to the next. Elena has studied art for most of her 23 years and recently graduated from university with honor at the top of her class. I commented on her Instagram story that what she accomplished in seven minutes comes from hours spent perfecting her craft. As life pours through us sometimes we are able to harness it and ride the wave of something beyond us. Long may you ride Elena, long may your heart give way to beauty. What are we harnessing today to power us to our tomorrow? Continue reading
Posted Jul 10, 2021 at French la Vie
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Thank you Leigh for sharing this x Continue reading
Posted Jul 9, 2021 at French la Vie
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Certainly, a person wore this since their baptism Because the medal has been worn smooth on both sides. Imagine the prayers that brought confidence because who would wear a religious medal all their life if they didn’t have a knowing in faith? Blog reader Ellen has this psalm on her FB « … why would I fear the future for I am being pursued only by your goodness and unfailing love. » psalm 23:6 ---- The newer translation sparks the psalm anew. Maybe if I mediate that I am being pursued by goodness and unfailing love I would sit down and let it pour over me. When I am in doubt I am going to try this When I am scared I am going to try this. and why not anytime? ok ok ok. Imaging goodness and unfailing love pursuing me the challenge it on. Are you in ? Continue reading
Posted Jul 8, 2021 at French la Vie
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Gathering lavender either early in the morning or after sunset otherwise, be prepared to be in competition with bees. The day before I planned to harvest our two thick beautiful lavender plants it rained steadily the day long. The lavender blossoms browned a bit but not too badly. I found this old long narrow wicker basket I believe it is for collecting flowers which was the perfect place for some of the lavender I cut. The long narrow stick holds the lid secure. A friend wanted me to send her some lavender this seemed like the dreamest way to do it. Thank you wicker basket for coming along my path at the brocante the other day. Such a curious photo- Two women four children perfectly placed. Their names above their heads. The little girl has the sweetest smile amongst the serious regards of the others. Yet the glowing baby I cannot figure it out. I wonder if the baby was alive? What do you think? And just like that, I went from writing about Lavender to asking about this baby. Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2021 at French la Vie
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A year ago today I was leaving California after being there for over five months. I went to California because my brother was seriously ill. Meanwhile, Covid was creating a new passage for everyone. My time at home was an extended gift, not perfect but perfect. A year since I have seen my family it feels so odd yet familiar. So much more happened this year than I ever dared imagine. This shattered pitcher I bought the other day at the brocante. It is from the 1700s and many many moons ago someone glued it back together. Nevertheless, here it is three hundred years later broken, cannot hold water, some would say useless, others would say art. Of course, I want to know the back story, gee I am curious to know how it has been lucky enough never to have been discarded! The story is in the wounds. Imperfection perfection three hundred years later. Passed down through time, landed unexpectedly in my care. We do not know what five seconds ahead of us will bring we cannot dwell on it either. The path is and will be uneven. Yet, I hold on to the hidden beauty, to believe that love strong and steady will be there to hold us together with compassionate glue. "...We hold a treasure Not made of gold In earthen vessels, wealth untold..." J.Foley If when we are broken the treasure does not leave. Some would see the broken pitcher not given it a second thought, not me. Continue reading
Posted Jul 5, 2021 at French la Vie
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America This land was made for you and Me. Continue reading
Posted Jul 4, 2021 at French la Vie
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For you a bouquet At the seaside Flowers in a vase Rows of lavender and wheat Two boats in Cassis Walking the trails in Saint Baume Provencal countryside A bridge over the Seine. Which one do you like best? Continue reading
Posted Jul 3, 2021 at French la Vie
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Last night we went to dinner at our friend's home. We hadn't seen Mo and Mo since last year -you know how Covid makes us recalculate dates since that whole year seems to have vanished? Mo (my friend who makes pottery and lives ten minutes away) had covid she was in bed for months and only recently has started to feel better but her sense of smell and taste have not come back. Though that doesn't stop her from pumping out delicious dishes. Everything she served was homegrown, homemade, and too much! From experience and memory, I knew better than to eat all-day so that by dinner I would be able to indulge in Mo's feast. That egg might be little, though when you have as many chickens as they do it doesn't matter. The omelet they served had plenty of these little beauties plus homegrown zucchinis and onions. The potatoes are Mona Lisa variety and they purposefully dig them up when they are undersized some the size of an olive. Besides her homegrown goodness, and real McCoy farm-to-table feast Mo served dinner on her handcrafted ceramic dishware. The wooden serving pieces had a star cut out in them. A true feast for the tastebuds, eyes, and hearts. Roasted carrots with coarse salt, olive oil, and herbs. Panisse (garbanzo beans patties) served with roasted red peppers, olive oil, fresh herbs, and garlic galore. Goat cheese pizza with fresh tomatoes and tapenade. Gaspacho that was cooked and chilled, without cucumbers. Rose. I didn't take a photo of the cheese platter, nor the squid, nor the apricot tart, or the bread... We rolled out and into bed and didn't eat today. Feast and fast. But above all that deliciousness HOW HAPPY I was to see my friends again! xxx Somehow I do not have a photo of Mo or me. tsk tsk tsk! Continue reading
Posted Jul 2, 2021 at French la Vie