We’re happy today! Victory! Emmanuel Macron! A new president, not a Trump! This is for real, happening in front of our eyes. Hope! For Europe and everywhere. Getting back on track. Let’s celebrate while we can. Light abounds! Carpe diem! A new beginning!
Peace!
Give it a chance!
It’s Easter time again. Sure comes around fast, doesn’t it? Where were you last time this year? I wasn’t here in Saint-Alban. I never would have imagined last year I would be where I am now. It never entered my head. How would I know I would be in these farmlands with pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago? Pay attention I tell myself now. Pay attention to your life as it is. The secrets are there in the obvious. Who knows where you will be in one year? Surrounded by love hopefully!
I’m in a sleepy old town in La Lozére region of France. Saint-Alban-sur-Limagnole. I arrived like a can of coca cola. It’s not easy to get the city-fizz out of my brains, it’s been running through my veins for thirty-two years. I tried to post my road movies leaving Barcelona, but from sleepy little Saint-Alban my videos don’t go through.
I’m surrounded by green.
I have time.
I go for walks. I spend hours alone.
I live simply, in silence, I can write. I can think!
“Thinking is a luxury!” A philosopher once told me.
I’m leaving Barcelona, but I’ll be back.
There’s always so much work to do.
Spread the word!
The soul is love!
Have fun, be a friend, be a buddy, pass on the good stuff.
Here’s Kasia from Warsaw with a world of words in her head.
Polish! German! English! Spanish! And Catalan too!
A culture-bug-bookworm with Master’s Degrees!
Linguistics! Communication! Philology!
What does all this mean?
Find your path and hit the road.
Dig in.
There’s gold in our roots.
I’m getting my boots on.
I’m ready, let’s go!
Every step we take, here we are!
I can see the sky from my roof.
Another year of seeing the sky.
Another year to look at beautiful things.
Another year to think.
Another year to laugh.
Another year to love.
To be loved.
To be amazed.
To be crazed.
And dazed.
It’s all so precious.
So delicate.
Such a fight!
To get to the good stuff.
To…see the light!
Happy New Year to You!
Happy New Year to me!
Another year of reprieve!
This prophecy hits the nail on the head. Especially, “At this time in history, we are to take nothing personally, least of all ourselves…” Is it possible to change? Is it possible to be a better person? Kinder? Gentler? Friendlier? TOLERANT? PEACEFUL? GIVING? COMPASSIONATE? PATIENT? FLEXIBLE? The human-being-grow-up list is pretty endless. A friend is doing her new year’s resolutions and one of them is to use less plastic. PLASTICLESS? Ok, why not? Helpful? I’m full of dreams. I wish for changes, deep changes. Not to take things personally is, personally, an excellent beginning.
I’m so low tec, it’s very inconvenient, but I couldn’t help myself, I started a “Community” page in Facebook called Global Support For Standing Rock. Right this minute, I’m sure the fate of Standing Rock, North Dakota is connected to the fate of my granddaughter in Norway where drinking water is still good. I’m digging up all the information I can from my apartment in Barcelona. I’m updating daily, sometimes on a totally OCD track. I need to keep track of water. I love water. I have lived without water. I know what it means to save every drop of water. If I could, I would buy a thousand bottles of Figi. Hey, there’s a good deal on at Amazon! Don’t miss it! Twenty-four 16.9 ounce bottles of Figi for only $34.50!
https://www.facebook.com/Global-Support-For-Standing-Rock-1846846458932140
My friend Naomi Wedman playing with Peter Loveday
How does she make those hair-do buns?
How does she pluck those strings and make it look fun?
This gal’s from Canada’s boondocks,
but she plays that violin
she bends that bow
high and low
and let me tell you,
she rocks!
Señor Dalí
was waiting for me…
…while I checked out the view
from the balcony!
It’s not every day I’m in the presence of Caspar. When I am, I don’t skip a beat. I can’t!
His wit! His information! His jokes! Our ping-pong-cinema-trivia game!
It’s all too fast for me. I don’t even try to write it down. What? Take notes during a conversation with Caspar? Impossible! I don’t want to miss a word! I’m all ears and eyes, what will he say next? What will he write? Horror, comedy, religion, death? Will it be scary and bloody too?
Caspar The Aristocrat!
!
The Butler!
Shakespeare’s Good Man!
This is my Norwegian Family
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!
Øyvind Milla Sadie
This is ekte vare, ‘the real thing,’ organic dream come true!
You’re in my heart.
I’m there in spirit.
Grandma kisses you!
