Hello there friends. I am sitting face turned towards the sun in a walled in garden just beyond the lavender fields. Their bouquets have been shorn but the bees still buzz about searching for that last dose of sweetness. So far away from tout and time but yet still vulnerable to the fist of news coming towards me through my little iphone when the signal permits.
Somehow these photos of the chapel at Vernegues, felled in the earthquake of 1903, seem appropriate for some of the thoughts rolling through my head, my heart this week with the 9/11 anniversary and the frightening upheaval over a film that is not ours but now will be. What traces remain after the fall? Where do we go during the aftershocks that are sure to follow?
I certainly have no answers in my far away garden other than to turn away from hatred. Hope rustles in the trees and I am listening.
We are most likely going to stay a bit longer in this idyllic corner of the Luberon and so I will be back to my regular posting at some point next week. Soaking up the beauty around me like a sponge and wishing for you the same during the weekend ahead!