Photographs and text by Corey Amaro.
A drive through the countryside is the way to and from our home.
We see the seasons change, the grapes vines that render wine, the pumpkins bursting orange, the golden wheat, fields of lettuce and at this moment the frozen toiled ground.
"…fruit of the vine and work of human hands" the Eucharistic prayer is evident.
Between our home and Marseille, or our home and the sea we must drive through the country side. The road winds around the foot hills, between patchwork fields, stone houses and old villages. I never grow tire of the French soul that reveals itself along the way.
It has become my spiritual drink, and I would be telling half the truth if I didn't say the brocante does too.
I asked my daughter Chelsea what she missed about France… She said, "The depth of soul in the old things, the stones that talk. And cheese."
You can be sure that tomorrow the fridge will be full of all good things, Camembert for Chelsea, Coca Cola for Mr. Espresso. Because in the end she misses him the most.
(A side note: (Because those of you who know me well know that I have side notes… or in other words go off the subject many times in the course of a conversation.) Did you know that in France they dip their Camembert in coffee? I have ordered coffee too.)
Getting back to the subject….
What feeds your soul?
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