Thursday, September 22

just keep me where the light is



oh Mindy!*

Can you feel that?  Mercury goes direct today and all I can say is HALL-LE-FFF-ING-LU-YAH!

(I'm sure that's sacrilege in some camps, but not mine -- my god has a great sense of humor and curses like a fishwife.)

This morning I woke up and everything felt softer, easier -- there was even a crispness in the air that felt mighty fresh and new. The dogs and I headed up to the farm and walked the fields for a good hour plus. 

The pond was super low -- like five feet lower than normal-- due to the long, hot summer we have had, but there were two groups of high school girls running long miles around us for track practice and watching them in the sunlight was pure poetry. (of course Ollie very much wanted to run with them but he behaved himself and practiced restraint)

Their focus was simple. They ran in groups of four. There was just something about watching them run up and down hills -- through the fields that fills my heart. Maybe because I logged no few long runs when I was in high school, maybe because I loved the opening scene of Daniel Day-Lewis in Last of the Mohicans (not the killing of the deer, obvs-- but the running), maybe just because it's an expression of our physical selves that I find beautiful.

We came home. I put breakfast down for the pups and then, just as I was reaching into the fridge for some almond milk for my coffee I stopped -- for the zillionth time-- and let my grounding words sink in to my heart, my consciousness, my breath.


(do you not love that my dentists are "light and comfort" I mean, seriously, on what planet!)


regarde autour maintenant

ton reve de 
beaute lumiere passion et douceur
est dans ce paradis


I have no idea if they actually mean anything in French, or not. And, as you can imagine, I don't care -- they have meaning for me.


In June 2010, when my marriage ended, I moved to a farm 20 minutes away from the house above Squam lake where I'd been living the five years previously. 


The farm was my total sanctuary and I still dream about it. 
I carry it's energy and spirit in my heart always.



Of course, I was a bit raw, fragile and all sorts of out of sorts that Spring. To my total surprise, a package arrived out of the blue -- a how-to-start-a-new-life care package from my sweet friend Jeanine. It was honestly one of the most loving, thoughtful gifts I have ever received not least because it was completely unexpected.

There were all sorts of things in it-- a long letter, bottle of wine, some funny things, some serious things and amid the abondanza was a box of French magnetic words.

Yes, those bits on the fridge above have been with me since the day I opened that package. I wrote what I wanted to bring into being and wow, yet more proof that this is exactly how it works. Because every single day of my life since sticking those little letters to the fridge -- admittedly a most absurd and silly exercise-- the experience of living deeply from a place of what I call 'sanctuary' has continued to come alive around me.

The first thing I do when moving into a new place -- the very first thing -- is to put those little words onto the fridge.


Anyway, not sure where I was going with that. Above are two snapshots from last week at the lake. A place you know well. A place that you know is a feeling that can't be explained or expressed. 

But I love that I share that with you. I love that I have spent time there with YOU and it is a reference for us -- something we both understand even if we can't put it into words - -not even funny faux French magnetic words.




It has become a tradition that when it is time for me to round-up and condense the week's experience into a recap that I always say, "it was the best one ever."

And, it has never been more true. It was the best one ever. 

Not merely because we had the most crazy perfect off-the-charts gorgeous weather morning to night every. single. day. !!!  -- and not because the people who came were super chill and created a super sweet vibe -- and not because there was such artistry (that QUILT SHOW OMG!!) and wild creativity. And definitely not because I had to take Jenny to the ER for seven stitches after she stabbed herself during the spoon carving class (NOT fun at all-- and yet, we bonded so deeply and are now friends for life that you can't take away the bad without losing the good).


warrior Jenny the leg (her mafia name thanks to Terri Dautcher)
It was the best because I have learned, changed and grown so much that my experience of the world around is just like those silly words on my fridge.

Thanks to YOU<--! I have found my groove teaching again and it is opening whole new worlds to me. 

Below (left) you can see the yoga set up --- the first morning I figured maybe one, possibly two people might show up seeing as it began at the ungodly hour of 6:15 am -- I mean, seriously -- whose crazy idea was THAT? but there were 18 people who showed up that first morning and from that point forward everything kept rolling out in just the most surprising and wildly beautiful ways.




Whew. I should probably wrap this up and just continue my rambles tomorrow. Just know, there are such good, kind, gentle people in the world. Ignore the fear mongering on tv. Ignore the efforts to make us react with hate, anger, judgement and aggression. 

Ground into the truth that there are good, kind, gentle people in the world and if we stay connected with one another -- we can hold steady through the storm.




 bisous, my sweet friend-- more tomorrow . . .

photo by Forrest Elliott
*This month -- 30 days -- I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :) 



Saturday, September 10

squam time


Good morning Mindy,*

Isn't it funny how things show up? Your random decision to mention that you find good mojo reading my blog put some excellent, dry kindling on those dying embers. All I want to do is write to you, write in my journal, read and paint. That is precisely what I want to do 24/7 right now.

And yet, that's simply not what's on the docket.

Paris tales to be continued . . .
We all have our commitments, our responsibilities, the tugs and tethers of life that pull us away from what we want to do most. Well, maybe that's not true for everyone but for so many of us, I know that it is. It is a big part of what I hope Squam brings to the world. A chance to have every single obligation and commitment drop off so that you can sink into your skin, sink into your beingness and do whatever you are called to do for a full stretch of time.

Speaking of Squam-- yes, it is that time. Tomorrow, Forrest and I load the cars and head north. My darling friend Camille is going to stay here and look after the dogs for me.

For the past two years, YOU have been up at the lake to greet us when we arrive and we are going to be missing you so very much. Your loose, easy energy. Your brilliant, creative decorating mojo. Your LAUGH.  Gonna really miss your laugh at night when we sit on the porch and wind down from the day. At least I get to see you on Saturday at the fair -- that's a win for sure.

Meantime, I've been thinking about what you wrote that day on facebook and how since I began dashing off these notes to you-- how not really blogging it has been for me. It feels more like trying to catch up on all the happenings that we haven't had time to chat about. And for me, blogging was never really what did I have for lunch today kind of sharing.

For me, blogging -- and the blogs I enjoyed reading (dead dinosaurs all, now) were exploring how to be in the world-- exploring where they were in the world, and figuring out how to find more ease in their day.

a glimpse of a normal morning when I am in the routine that I love most
It might be a while before I post here again as the lake doesn't have the most reliable wifi and you know too well, once you are up there, you drop into 'lake time' and the real world melts away.  So I thought to share a few of the posts I feel said something that still rings true for me.

I'd really love to know (cause I am super curious) what posts connected most with you. And, I ask that of anyone else tuning in-- especially MEGSIE!!<--!  If you wanted to tell me which ones spoke to you, I'd be so interested to know.

For me-- these are the ones that I am glad to be able to return to:

Love is LOVE

Into the Day

if you do not love yourself, you are in kind of a bind

it is this day



bisous, Elizabeth

*This month -- 30 days -- I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :) 


Friday, September 9

end part one


Dear Mindy,* 

Eventually the party came to an end. 

Are you wondering how much play, relaxing, eating and easy conversation can a person take?
Let me just say, if it were an Olympic sport the French would totally whip our ass.



On our last day, we hit some last great spots -- some of our sweet cousins joined in for tours of the Grignan castle and then?
Ice cream!!
with Christine (on far right) and everybody's eyes open
with me on right and eyes closed on Edith, Thierry, Diogo, Cristina, + Isabelle, helas
Kate said that afternoon was one of her most favorites of the week. Easy, loose, spontaneous and fun.

You know, such a difference from all that heavy lifting we'd been doing . . . :)


If you remember, during this time I was doing the #31sunrises project. On our very last morning in Provence, Kate wanted to get up with me and climb to the top of the castle to see the sun rise.

And so we did. Rolling out of bed in the dark. Getting in the car and driving -- half asleep to be sure -- back to Grignan for one last visit.

For me, this was one of the most magical moments of the whole week. I don't have to tell you how much I love mornings and to share it with my beloved niece -- to have my blood pumping and warming me from a quick hike up the rampart -- to feel the air on my skin and watch the birds play on the breeze soaring and swooping -- and then, for the sun to slowly fill the sky.

Well, it filled my heart forever and a day.


And then, of course. It was truly time to go.

We got back to the B&B -- said good bye to the chickens (Kate loved those chickens) and the most amazing breakfast ever-- and headed to the train station.

As it turns out, we were on the same train as my darlingest aunt -- my dad's sister and mama matriarch to this wild tribe (5 children, 14 grandchildren, 7 great-grandchildren) -- who is such a role model of aging. She looked styling the whole time, took the train by herself, caught a cab home by herself -- returning to her apartment on the fifth floor of her Paris apartment.

She's 88.  Seriously, she sets the bar high.


my amazing Tante Ady catching her own damn cab, thank you very much

YES! Back in Paris . . ..  part two begins.

bisous, Elizabeth
*This month -- 30 days -- I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :) 

Thursday, September 8

family france fun


Bonjour Mindy,*

The week continued just like that. Every morning cool enough for a light sweater then by 10 am full on warm enough to go for a swim. Clear skies. No humidity. Heaven. We kept exploring the area including an ancient monastery where we hiked around (read: got lost) and ate one delicious meal after the next.

Of course, it all began with breakfast each morning in our beautiful B&B.


Then, on Friday night we were invited to the rehearsal dinner (there were 50 of us) and I have to say, that was one of my most favorite moments of the whole trip. I do lose sight of what an amazing family I have and how loving and kind they are. To be welcomed into such a vibrant, fun and brilliant tribe  (that has its fair share of the kooky, crazy and ordinary to be sure) felt like coming home. 

I never felt the truth more that that "home" is a feeling, a vibration.

I took no photos that night, but next day was Saturday and the wedding was on!

Kate had a fabulous pink dress and a white fascinator in her hair. I got my dress the day before I left Providence on a total whim and I have to say, I loved it. It doesn't photograph well-- but I loved it, got quite a few compliments and can we talk about COMFORTABLE?  Oh dear lord, the one thing I hate about dressing up is being uncomfortable.

And? best of all-- I wore it another bunch of times as a day dress in Paris. 

Providence shopping for the win!




Clarification from yesterday's post. Grignan does not have a cathedral, but a CASTLE. It does have a gorgeous church, however and that is where the wedding was.



Bubbles, not rice, for the bride and groom as they exit the church!

Then? the PARTY that lasted three. whole. days. I am so not kidding you. They wheeled me out at 2:30 am with the gray-haired in wheelchairs. 

A very full weekend of partying, swimming, dancing, eating, drinking, bocce and long, long conversations. So good.


I get tired just remembering . .. . more soonest.

a demain, Elizabeth


*This month -- 30 days -- I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :) 

Wednesday, September 7

a week en provence



Bonjour Mindy,*

There is a reason people talk about the South of France as they do -- it really is all that. I do not know how -- after all these years-- it can still be unspoiled, charming and utterly intoxicating, but that was definitely my experience.



Half of my cousins live in and around Paris. The other half are based in Marseille. (of course I also have half a dozen who live in Abu Dhabi, Mexico City and Brazil but for the purposes of why the two weddings were in Provence and outside Paris -- I thought I'd provide a bit of clarification).

I had never been to this region which is called La Drome Provencale

So, as I left off yesterday-- we took the train from Gare de Lyon getting off in Montelimar where we picked up Spiky! our traveling companion for the week.


on left, Spiky :: on right, door to our room
The wedding was taking place in the town of Grignan which has a cathedral and is famous in its own right for the letters of Madame de Sevigne



We spent quite a bit of time here, but also hit the road and toured around some other villages. I was kinda proud of myself doing all the driving (it was a stick shift and Kate doesn't know how to drive stick), but the truth is-- it was super fun. The roads themselves are breathtaking-- let alone the villages!

First night, we drove (in the dark and these narrow roads have no streetlights) to La Garde-Adhemar and had dinner high up in an ancient walled village -- which is it's own adventure but all you need to know is I DID it, survived, and lived to tell the tale and have more confidence as a result-- boo-YAH.

Next morning?  BREAKFAST.


Which, I must say, was heaven on earth. You always eat outdoors because it is bliss. The pottery was all local (we went and visited and I got a few bits for souvenirs) the jam was made by the woman whose B&B this was. The yogurt was also made by her-- the bread and croissants were beyond fresh-- her chickens ran around in the yard.

Oh, and coffee? By the bowl. Bliss.




First day we traveled to Taulignan, Poet-laval and Nyans. The roads themselves were pure joy-- I kept wanting to pull over and take shots but it would have been kind of dangerous, but a couple of times I did it anyway.



I have a thousand photos because it was just not to be believed. The weather was spectacular. Everything was so beautiful. The food was amazing. Sorry not to be more poetic, but it really was just that simple.










a demain, Elizabeth


*This month -- 30 days -- I am writing a letter to my dear friend Mindy because I happened on Mindy's post where she honored me to my core -- sharing that she reads my blog (my long, long neglected blog) and it inspired me to promise that for one full month -- 30 days of September-- I would write her a letter each, and every day. Let's see how I do . . . :)