bon nuit/ bon samedi

free day. I am planning to have croissants and coffee for (a quite late) breakfast while watching people and reading my book. then let’s see where and what the day will bring me.

a french song to fit the mood.

la marche

I am digging deep for my forgotten knowledge of the french language, walking the streets, talking to the trees, look how pretty they are!

I miss you…but I do not dare to tell you. so I whisper it in my head and write it here instead.

bonsoir

three things worth watching: 1 ( I am longing for my sourdough!) 2 (via via one of my recently discovered favorite blogs) 3 (about simplicity, and the need for a home) and a fourth thing to listen to: 4.

(sometimes a few hours seems like a little eternity, a whole new reality. I feel like I spend so much time with myself. there is me, and there is the surrounding. I almost turn transparent while walking the streets. me observing and reflecting upon the city. going to sleep listening to my own heartbeat and the tram bells down the road)

did I tell you that we start every morning with 2 hours of yoga? bliss! only the thought of it makes me jump out of bed! bon nuit.

bonjour

oh montpellier, such a charming, energetic place.

the 2nd photos is the view from my window. I stay in a beautiful, old building which has been both a monastery for women and later a prison for women… but I sleep very well!

today I start working. yeah! trying to keep my nerves in place.  wish you a wonderful sunday!

flowery greetings for midsummer

just arrived in montpellier. still breathing, dismantling, breathing, dismantling…thank you all for kind and supportive comments on my last post.

it is already midsummer, I can’t believe it! wish you a wonderful bright night. perhaps with 7 sorts of flowers under your pillow?

from behind

catching glimpses of intimate moments from behind.

~our mind is tricky, sneaky thing. first I am nervous and fearful about not getting accepted, about not being good enough and then what?, what will happen if I am not? the so familiar fear of ‘what if’ or ‘what if not’. Then I receive what I wished for, in this case a job, and the enthusiasm and happiness is wonderful, sparkling, but oh so very brief because my mind is already nibbling on the corner of those happy feelings and quickly eats the whole chunk of them, licking all the crumbs and leaves a huge space behind and fills it immediately with fears and anxiety again (pretty much the same old stuff, the ‘I wont be good enough’, ‘I won’t make any friends’ etc. etc.)

this is where I am right now, a day before flying. and I practice with much dedication on breaking them down, the fears, and breathing through them, dissolving the thought matter into dust, to be carried away by the next puff of air.

mr goodlooking

meet an unexpected, handsome and quite destructive guest who showed up a few days ago. no clue where he came from, I love to listen to his song, but I swear loudly when I step in his feces or when he slaughters my garden and munches on my cherries.

happy saturday!

a quick wednesday night note

tools and toys. long days, a quickly growing mountain of dishes, grapes ripening in the sun, tomorrow I am leaving for an in between, urban adventure.

zzzzzz….

please do enter

if I could only step inside your mind, your heart to feel and think what is usually yours. you are very welcome inside mine, even though it seems like I got stuck on repeat.

old city of safed and backyard sunsets

sometime back in may….it already seems so far away.

today I am responsible for organizing a concert for this band /persian, turkish and arabic traditional music/ baking, decorating, planning. wish you a wonderful weekend!

at the lake

I can taste the summer with my skin.