“I wish to know an entire heaven and an entire earth,” Henry David Thoreau wrote in 1856. One of the first things I had to get used to (or better: one of the first fears I had to conquer) in France was the dark. It gets dark here. Not a little dark, pitch dark. A…
eight
Eight is the infinity number. It is the lemniscate. The lucky number in China and Japan. The spiritual Eight Day, because the number 7 refers to the days of the week. The number of wealth and abundance in Hinduism. The power of two being 23 (two cubed), and the first number of the form p3, p being an integer greater…
I would say
I would say storm. I would say river. I would say tornado. I would say leaf. I would say tree. I would be drenched by all rain, moistened by all dews. I would roll frenetic blood on the slow current of the eye of words turned into mad horses into fresh children into clots…
radical
Radical self love. Radical simplicity. Radical trust. To me this is nothing more than common sense. Than the language of the world. It’s been a while since the language and manners of the human world have lost its meaning for me. After my 76th crash before 30 it started to dawn on me. If I’m…
the big life
Lately a phrase ran through my mind : let go of the past. We all know this mantra to not cling to anger, guilt or grief over whatever it is that happened to you. But now this sentence that kept whispering to me came with a different message. It suggested I’d stop revisiting all the stuff that happened in my life….
summer
It’s summer. I’m in the same dress every single day. Eating as much oysters and moules frites as I can. Having wine for lunch. Reading during the day and finishing my book when the sun sets. I guess I won’t be blogging much these coming weeks. But at least you’ll know what I’m up to…
craving
Three more nights until we’ll get in the car at last. On my way to silence. Clear water. Pure air. Blue skies. All those greens. The river. The friends. The language. The wine. The brebis cheese. The tomatoes. My stone. The strong wind. Summer rain. Life, a whole summer of life!
allez les bleus!
So you probably think I’m really serious and holy and stuff? Think again : as a true French chauvinist I’ve been impatient for days to watch France win the European cup, because allez, we do everything best. My favorite expression that sums up French attitude : sont tous des cons, c’est moi le chef (they’re…
raspberries
Could not get enough! Unfortunately we missed the famous cherry season in France, so I indulged in these red beauties. Could not get enough of the forest either. One more week before going back to France, it has been too long, I crave for some serious time alone with Mother Earth!
woods
Into the woods, out of the woods. With mon papa in the Nassau woods of Germany picking flowers, wood chips and a gazillion wild raspberries.
SARAHDOMOGALA 