We have been in Vars skiing, snuggling, drinking chocolate and wine and watching it snow. And did it snow.
This morning French Husband shoveled the car out of the snow as I stared at the road ahead, "Honey I don't see any movement on the road. Well, unless you count the crazy person pushing a stroller!"
French Husband kept digging, "We have chains. Don't worry."
But given the news about Shelley worry or should I say "Precious Life", has been a constant partner in my thoughts. "Maybe we should just stay put?"
He continued to shovel. So my thoughts went from worry to precious life, to prayer, to wondering if I could "feel" Shelley near me, to thinking about my dad… and then serenity came waltzing in, and I let it soak me through and through.
Has that ever happened to you? Where in the middle of great concern or sadness a wave of calm washes over you? During those moments I like to think someone somewhere is sending me a hug, a prayer, a good thought and I melt into it. Thank YOU.
If the car was a wooden sled with lanterns on the side, pulled by horses with bells along their reins, if I had a beautiful red velvet cape, and on our laps we had woolen quilts and plush pillows against our backs, if French Husband had a moustache that curled at the ends, if we had vin chaud and the moon lite our path….
Instead, I had the theme song of Doctor Zhivago playing in my head.
Isn't it like that? Certain things bring up certain songs.
Usually, the trip to Vars and from our home takes less than three hours.
Today it took over six.
The entire way I thought about whether I should go home for Shelley's funeral. God knows I want to. "Sense and Sensibility" as a friend recently described to me when she had to make a decision, the heart, and the mind standoff…
Oh, the flip side of living far from where I grew up.
Six hours, most of it spent covered in a blanket of white, deep in thought, in a reflective silence while Yann drove.
Vars snow-covered mountain.
We are home. Shelley is home.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring. But I know where my heart will be.
if you are brave: You can stay in an ingloo!
On top of the hill, Le Chaudron Restaurant.
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