There is nothing insignificant in the world. It all depends on the point of view. ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I have a room with a view, of Limoux (lee-moo). My windows open in three directions on this lovely ville, and the Pyrénée foothills that surround it. Life is filled with grace-filled surprises, n’est-ce que pas?
I flew to the south of France to learn to say merci, and somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, I opened my clenched heart and gratitude settled in. Je vous remercie de tout mon coeur, mon Dieu.
A Room With A View
Out of the corner of my eye, I glimpse the windows of the château next door, where my new friends stay. The gift of community was unexpected. Ten artists and two unflappable young guides–each woman warm, generous and unique–are now family. We paint from different points of view and speak with varied accents, but we fit comfortably together.
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Gourmet meals are eaten with paint-stained hands, foie gras and creme brûlée washed down with laughter, poignant connection, and poetry read from an i-phone. I leave the table filled, but not with food alone.
Every day I feast on light, color and conversation–even some spoken in French–but my writing fingers are tongue-tied. In the place of words, I hope these pictures capture a glimpse of my beautiful view from Limoux.
Have you ever been left wordless by the view?
