Ten minutes on foot from our home, there is a wild and wonderful forest. The Huveaune river weaves through it.
When I need to breath, to let my thoughts unwind… to let my inner child/spirit feel her way my feet know where to lead.
I am not afraid to dance in the forest. The river, the birds… nature's song roots me.
Chelsea and I went for a twilight walk in the forest. It never fails to offer us a moment of mysterious wonder. As Chelsea said, "We could be in a faraway forest… who would believe this is in our backyard?"
We brought our cameras with us.
Chelsea ran alongside of the river.
Her spirit soared, mine absorbed.
The birds' song as evening fell was utterly tender. Their music takes me by the hand far and yet so near. I love when I feel transported, yet don't move.
On another note… This speaking in French thing was at first a challenge because I didn't feel myself when I spoke. But the more I do it the easier it is… except for when someone I know comes along and speaks English to me. Then I do not know what language I am speaking. I say French words instead of English ones, and English ones sound French.
I never spoke French to my children when they were living at home, simply so they would be bi lingual. And they are. So when Chelsea came home and I spoke French to her, she waved her finger at me and said, "Oh no you don't!" she laughed, "It is a mental twister to go back and forth, and in and out of conversation isn't it?"
It is ridiculously hard for me to speak English to Chelsea, while I am speaking French to Yann, as he speaks French to Chelsea and most the time English to me. By the end of the day I don't know if I am speaking French, English or Chinese!
We could barely see our way home… but we didn't care, we know the way by heart.
I asked French Husband, "How do you say, "Tree Hugger" in French?"
Yann is growing accustom to my speaking only in French, and most the time he speaks back to me in French. Hugh leap on his part. He answered, "Un Embrasseur d'Arbres."
Then I asked, "Do you say "Femme Naturelle" for a natural woman?"
"I think so," as he shook his head yes. I continued in French:
"How do you call someone who likes to hug trees, who is organic, who daydreams of being a bird… you know someone who wants to be in tune with nature?"
His eyes twinkled when he said, "Crazy!"
With that I laughed.
And came back to earth safe and sound.
Though French Husband doubts "sound" is a word that corresponds with my thinking.
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