December 23, 2019- Dream life and flu in my family home

Hello December,

two days before Christmas in my village in the South of France. Yes, it is charming. But when you arrive from London and you get a flu right away, plus the problems of my parents, it is a bit too much.

Or, maybe it happened with a different order. First I got stressed, and then I got the flu. And instead of doing all these necessary but also pleasurable things I was meant to, I am at home with the cat, watching the Hobbit 1, 2 and 3.

In any case, instead of moaning or becoming a female Ebenezer Scrooge from the homonymous story, I write about my feelings.

After working a lot, stressing and doubting my marvellousness at my new job, I thought that I could do some fun things before starting to work on my student’s art portfolios.

And finally, yes, finally, I realise that after Hobbit 1, 2 and 3, and the necessary things like bills and the like, there will be no time left.

TIME.

But maybe I just need to reevaluate pleasure. Why is it pleasurable only to live on a bike expedition and discover the hidden paths of the South of France as my neighbour does?

Is Hobbit not a work of art after all?

And my parents, and the cat less worthy company?

Some Christmas music, and I might prepare myself a Grog instead of drinking this horrid cough syrup.

After all, when is the best time to Dream than taking advantage of this flu time?

Martin Freeman in The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey (2012)

December 22, 2017- Christmas around the corner

Hello December,

with Christmas on the doorstep, some season’s songs are a must. The only thing, they don’t inspire me to finish this project, and it’s for today.

They inspire me more to stay home with a cup of chocolate and a good book 🙂

Well, both could be possible if I prioritize.

It’s great to take some time to recharge our batteries with people we love.

December 15, 2017- Home for Christmas

Hello December,

I just got home for Christmas and I already had a mini-crisis with my father feeling old and not with much life left. I only said he should think of every day, but I couldn’t help feeling overwhelmed to have to raise his spirits.

So, what do I do to lift myself up, flying in the sky?

I go out for coffee, although it’s better to have a green juice. Maybe I will have both. And then, I connect with my friends.

I change the appearance of my blog 🙂

And after that, I look for my projects, as the project to publish my poetry…

 

 

 

April 26: post day 13- To the seaside at the South of France!

Hi April,

yes, I am going to my hometown in the South of France and then, to the seaside close to Cannes, with a group of friends!

How is that so? I am going for another presentation of my French book and to choose a place for a future art exhibition. Not bad eh?

So I am sleepless in London, preparing a suitcase and trying not to keep my eyes open because I am catching a morning flight.

You don t have to be a celebrity to enjoy the glamour of Cannes

http://www.express.co.uk/travel/articles/411242/Get-here-if-you-Cannes

December 7, 2015- A new artistic challenge in my hometown, South of France

Hello December,

have I mentioned that the reason I left Paris for a year in London was to work on an artistic project? Well, part of the plan was to go back to my hometown for a month and a half, to look for local artists who will join this project. So here I am, in my hometown, at the South of France, again.

Yes, in my family home, because my funding hasn’t arrived yet. This is a challenge in itself. I have to face apart from the occasional curious neighbor, old teacher from school or classmate, the also- crazy members of close family.

Is it possible to concentrate in these conditions?

I would say it is a kind of mental exercise 😉

My hometown is the harbor I started my trip from. Touching base from time to time is important.

Because I sail on again 🙂

 

August 11, 2015- Buy Buy Paris, see you again in September!

Hello August,

where were I these first days? I was travelling towards the South of France, in my hometown, a small place somewhere in the ” Alpes Maritimes. Yes, I will keep it a secret for the moment. Because in this way I can talk about people in the art world without having to reveal my identity or theirs.

People are not as important as situations, interactions, and this is similar to every human being on earth… and different at the same time. That is why we are blogging and sharing experiences.

I plan to stay here for a while and then enjoy the seaside, there are so many beautiful spots in this area!

I also need to release some pressure and forget my plans, let the universe take charge and take a nap!

collioure beach2

http://www.gosouthfrance.com/best-south-france-beaches/best-beaches-in-south-of-france.html

April 13, 2015- Spring Break in my hometown, South of France

Dear April

with all the soul-searching and intrigues of March, I decided to take a spring break from Paris and go visit my hometown in the South of France. No, I don’t tell you exactly where it is. You know it is not by the sea but not too far if you go by car. It is a small town, people know more or less each other, and most younger generations have been to Paris or here and there for work. Unless those who work in tourism in the broader area.

I arrived at night, and right now I continue my Parisian habits, I took my computer to the neighborhood café and write a few words. The weather is beautiful and I am to go for a pique nique with some family members and friends.

It is a great joy and a challenge to meet family and old friends who know you since you were on diapers.

http://vers-le-vent.blogspot.gr/2013/09/lumieres-du-printemps.html

August 16- Hometown Challenge and Success

Dear August,

this is a self-transformation journal and being in my hometown is a challenge in this respect: is there any positive change in my life since… adolescence?

There is but… not enough material changes. For example, I come back by myself, without any husband, official boyfriend nor children. I haven’t returned home richer.

How about wiser? More succesful? Difficult to say 🙂

Hotter? definitely yes 😉 A hometown visit in the heat of the summer, spending time with family, is  perfect for existential questions.

And yet, despite the fact that it is not very agreeable, it is still very useful! To begin with, in order to change my reference points. What if I have chosen different ways to measure time and change than some of the neighbours?

Anyway, even at a small place, not everybody has the same values; and the difference I see in me is that I have created something, my novel, even though it has not been published yet.

I have found things I love that keep me passionate about life and creation.

Now, come on April, you might say, don’t pretend you are so above material success … we are flesh and blood also, we have a body, among other things… if everything were so perfect why do you bother us with your blog posts on transformation? Do you or don’t you want to change?

Yes and No. There are a lot of things I like about me and my way of being and others I need to update.

And in what direction, if I may ask?  You could say.

This is something to answer in my future posts 🙂

http://www.marathonnation.us/challenge/marathon-nation-holiday-run-challenge-complete/attachment/challenge-accepted/ challenge accepted

April 29 – the star

My hometown visits usually make me compare past and present, reflect on what the future can be 🙂 I reblog one of my favorite posts of my former visit.

april4june6: A journal of self-tranformation

Dear April,

Today I had a meeting with a former literature professor at school, a big favorite, who also became a writer. He is now close to retirement from civil service, but his writing career continues.

It was great seeing him again!

We met at the café, and between two bites of croissant and a coffee, we managed to catch up for last year. He was advising me on publishing houses for my book. Another friend of his joined after a while, and he told her I was a “star” student, and continued being a star.

Now a “guest star” in my hometown and hopefully a star in Paris, I thought. In case Parisians haven’t realized it yet, I will help them open their eyes soon… 🙂

I also treated him as a rock star, when he explained that a student was harassing him and he had to hide in…

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