There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle. Albert Einstein
There are two things of which I am sure: there are no mistakes and there are no coincidences. That means that everything is just as it should be and everything is a miracle. Nary a doubt. Continue reading
This is what it looks like when writer’s block sets in. In the morning a thought appears: I should write a piece for the blog. And then reality takes over and before I know it, I’ve tried everything to avoid doing it: writing. This has happened every day since I’ve been back and until this moment it had succeeded in making me more barren than sand dunes in the Sahara. Continue reading
Two months ago today I drove to Salies to make my home here. Sixty two days. In those nine weeks I have furnished my small apartment, made new friends, established a routine, Continue reading
I wander around an empty apartment. There are just remains now. A couple of hangers in a closet, reminders that once there were clothes there; a small basket used as a catch-all in the bathroom; a paperclip on the floor; Continue reading
There are moments when the heart stops and the Universe takes over. Virginia Woolf called them “moments of being” and dedicated one of her autobiographical books to the matter. Time and space disappear and there is nothing but wonder, awe and, yes, love. Continue reading
Today a mist has floated down to sit in the streets and parks of Salies, and the hush that always accompanies mist cloaks the town. I love the humidity, the air that turns liquid on touching the cheeks, the cool wetness of it, but specially the hush. Continue reading
My life at that moment seemed almost impossible to live.
Twenty four months earlier I had declared myself a raging alcoholic on the verge of prolonged suicide and spent five weeks in an addiction clinic.
Thirteen months earlier I had given up smoking thinking that as I had managed to do it with one addiction, the second one would be easier.
Six months earlier I had finally decided to give up what I hoped was my last addiction. I divorced my husband. Continue reading
