Posts Tagged 'France'

Le Club…

Each Friday, my buddy in France and I ‘sail’ together on Skype as we share our working day. We call Friday’s ‘Le Club’ in honour of a group I was touched to share during my time in France.

Around about sixty creative women gather in a village hall deep in South West France among the hills and farms, where the honeyed stone buildings give out warmth and the peace is palpable. They come bringing easels, sewing machines and bags full of creativity to share a day together. All nationalities with a bond that transcends language as they sit inside nattering, crocheting. knitting, embroidering, quilting, sewing and felting, while outside under the trees are a group painting.

They sit together sharing stories of childhood, love, illness, bereavement, children, grandchildren, retirement, plans gone awry, projects, home renovations, family visits and specials from the food market. I sat next to a lady who creates pictures through exquisite bead embroidery and with hand gestures and smiles we had understanding.

The energy carved a place in my heart and each Friday my buddy and I return together. ❤

Come sit awhile, let’s just be. A place of French peace for you and me….

farmhouse

Into life flow moments that take your breath away and Belle and I were blessed to share one.

It was lunchtime and pottering in the kitchen I became aware of a new noise coming from the sky. Belle and I went outside to see hundreds of Cranes calling to each other as they flew South for the Winter. They fly in V’s with the newborns from this year nestled safely between them. They climb high if any buzzards are about and we watched them circle ever upwards till they were safe. It was magic and a blessing to see. I have never heard a noise like it and we could still hear them long after they had disappeared over the horizon. Nature’s wonder unfolding and Belle and I sat watching the sky for many magic moments.

cranes

The peace of this place is heartfelt. It seeps into your soul and you rest into it. The simplicity of life and the warmth of the sky meeting the earth in harmony weave a fabric for life that is natural and allows you to simply ‘be’.

From my ‘heart’ family there is a home for sale nestling next to the Dordogne river. It is a wonderful mixture of an old stone farmhouse with log burners and fireplaces, wooden floors, stone and wooden barns, old pigsties, workshops and sheds. Oak, walnut and fruit trees, land sloping down to the river and all within walking distance of Gardonne, which has all the services you need.

dordogne-river

Not quite my time to make the move, otherwise I would be there like a shot. It’s perfect for someone though and my heart wanted to flow the magic to share with you all, just in case that someone was you.

The link below will give you the full details:

Gardonne Farmhouse Ref: BH842

Le Belle Francais……

sdr

I have been gifted some more time in France to care for my lovely furry buddy Belle.

My friend’s sister picked me up at the airport yesterday and we all gathered on her verandah to enjoy a yummy dinner, whilst we caught up with each others’ news and laced the air with laughter as the sun set.

My friends and their family flow loving kindness like a natural spring and as I absorbed the magic peace of being back here in France with them all, my cup filled to overflowing.

At an unearthly hour today my friends set off on their travels and I donned my new wellies, so Belle and I could go out and greet the day. My new fabulous footwear was a gift, so I can explore with Belle and stay warm and dry in style. We all decided that I will leave them here, as my ‘French’ wellies, knowing that I will return.

mde

Autumn is drawing in and first thing this morning the valleys were full of mist lying like clouds below the treetops. Mankind was silent and all Belle and I could hear were the cockerels and crows greeting the new day, as the smaller birds tweeted to each other from the trees and hedgerows. The peace held us safe as the sun drew up above the horizon and nature sang her joyous song.

Peace

Peace

Serenity weaving peace….

dav

One morning Belle and I climbed a hill to watch the sun rise and my heart took a picture I will always treasure. There was a faint mist in the lower valley as the horizon turned bright orange behind the outline of the trees and a flock of birds flew across the skyline to greet the day. Belle and I both stood soaking it all in as night became day.

I was kindly invited by my loving friend’s sister to a creative club that meets every Friday in a local village hall, where many women come together to spend the day sharing, chatting and working on their latest creative projects. We also had a demonstration and practical session where we were taught how to decorate cardboard and wooden boxes. I loved every single second of it. There were a few nationalities and different languages being spoken, all with the universal thread of love. Kind support flowing to women who have faced cancer, have on-going health and life issues and a few who have met with widowhood. I could see the energy flowing between them all as some sewed while others quilted, glued, painted, knitted and crocheted, with some ladies resplendent in straw hats sitting outside under the trees painting at easels. At one point they put music on and danced in the dappled sunshine. A few of us were resting on the outside benches eating our lunch at the time and I felt the expression on my face spoke volumes as I watched their happy faces. My kind companion asked if I was OK and I commented that I had no words. She smiled and said ‘That’s because you belong here Jane’. It was a day I will never forget and I deliberately left my phone at home so my heart could take pictures.

My loving friends returned and took me around to see places they knew I would love.

dav

Belle’s favourite park in Lauzun

dav

And the tower on a distant hillside atop a tiny village that twinkles with lights against the ink black sky every evening.

Magical moments were created in Le Temple-sur-Lot, at Latour-Marliac the water lily growers who have been creating beauty since 1875. Claude Monet purchased the water lilies for his famous gardens there.

dav

dav

dav

Blessings in magical moments……

sdr

My loving friend reliably informs me that there are 27 sleeps till I see them again and can spend my days with Belle. ❤

Bonjour mes amis ……

dig

Loving friends have gifted me a break down in the South of France, while they return to England to visit family. I am spending my days here with Belle their characterful furry companion.

I have stepped back in time; way, way back in time. This is a farming community and there are fields, farms and homesteads dotted about as far as the eye can see. You can touch the peace. It has taken a few days for the ‘Oh I must do this and I need to do that’ pressures to fall away as I slip into a gentler pace.

dav

Each morning Belle and I watch the sunrise and potter at the edges of the fields, which is a delight and her little tail almost wags itself off in sheer joy. Overnight in the sunflower and broad bean crops there have been visitations by hares, hedgehogs and deer and the smells that greet her little doggie nose send her darting about all over. There are plum orchards and vineyards too and the farmers are busy harvesting the fruit. Dusty straw hats are tipped and they mouth ‘Bonjour’ as they trundle past on their tractors.

dig

There is a tiny village nearby with no shops, just a sprinkling of homes, and it takes all of five minutes to walk around it. Right in the centre there is a twelfth century church called St.Vincent’s and at 7am, noon and 7pm the bell is rung for all the farmers to mark the points in their days. Sometimes the bell ringing is cut short and my lovely friends commented that they have a theory that the bell ringer’s wife is in a hurry to get to market.

dav

As Belle and I potter about we can hear chickens and cockerels going about their daily rounds and I am sure they crow in French. As evening draws in the swallows take to the cooler skies and fly in harmony before bedtime and the arrival of the bats, as Belle and I fall asleep to the song of the crickets.

We are off the tourist trail and nothing is locked up here and that trust, the beautiful landscape and the way of life weave a magic that I am stopping to breathe in. Much gratitude to my lovely friends for these moments in time and to Belle for being such great company.

dav



The Awakened Dreamer

Dispatches from Beyond the Dream

The Last Chapter

Life past present, thoughts about the future

The Grocery Whisperer

Life is punny. It's funnier than fiction.

Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp's Wanderings

Trent's World (the Blog)

Random Ramblings and Reviews from Trent P. McDonald

Libby Sommer, Author

The Writing Life

Katy Tarot

Powerful Intuitive Tarot Readings

Rachel Thompson

Author • Poet • Advocate

Angels, Mermaids, and Woodwork

Natural Art and Wood Products

Have We Had Help?

The blog of a published writer

Natalie Ducey

Blogging Tips and Branding Templates

Elizabeth Gauffreau

Fiction Author

besonian

musings on life, love, people, why we're here and where we're going

Lesley Hayes

The Lesley Hayes Blog

S O M E K I N D O F 5 0

Drawing a line through 50

a.mermaid'spen_

Be careful, I might convince you.. You are art.✨

Laura Beck Nielsen

Writing stories before and after writing policies.

Good Morning, Page

Writing a mid-grade children’s book on pirates, one morning at a time…

%d bloggers like this: