To Les Jardins de Marqueyssac and Beynac et Cazenac in the Dordogne River.
Belcastal a Fairytale fortress along the Dordogne river
Yesterday afternoon we decided on a short trip to some of the exquisite chateau villages along The Dordogne. Traveling the small roads via the heights of Rocamadour through the scrub oak forest scribbled with plots of very green pasture and bordered with crumbled stone fences. Belcastal a Fairytale fortress of a home clings to a jagged cliff poised at a perfect twist of sparkling Dordogne so as to come across it ones breath is held.
We linger in a view spot photograph each angle with light just so, and edges of green meadows, roof tops and glistening river. I see a painting taking form. Quietly I ask myself what is it that calls to be painted. What strikes the cord of creativity of soul lust to express to sing with the experience. There is a heightening of energy that niggles and bubbles and yearns to be echoed to be repeated through the filters of ones own perception.
We arrived in Toulouse airport exhausted and relieved to finally see the plans of a two month painting retreat unfold. For me a time to surrender to paint this magical area the Lot and Dordonge Valley and reminisce about our year in Provence, 150 km to the east. For Duart, it is creating a new website. It is our fortieth anniversary year. Comfortable with our exploring and research, confident in sharing each others expertise. France has been a love affair since the 1970’s when I opted to stay in Europe for the balance of a school year after a university job contract in Copenhagen. I simply was not ready to go home! I enrolled in The Sorbonne. “Cours de Civilisation”. For the balance of the year I lived in Paris, daily I walked to The Left Bank from my 6 th floor walk up near The Gare de Lyon. An adventure of discovering museums, tiny art shops and brocante markets, it was a magical year that today I wonder did I truly appreciate my freedom to explore Paris unencumbered of adult cares. Continue reading
“You are meant to be joyful and only embrace the truth of who you are……it is your Soul Quest, your essence.”
I had been anxious about a host of concerns. My Spirit Helpers often give parables of healing advice, they lead me on wonderous journeys.
A radiant being filled with grace called Mary answered my worries. “Just do Gods Bidding”.
a talking my walk story ………I see myself as a walker, not always in the sense of foot before foot, but also as in journey, explorer, viscerally experiencing. I shall begin at the beginning…..
Many years ago while in a healing treatment I fell into a dream like state. Not asleep, as I was aware of the treatment being given. What took hold was a powerful vision. I saw an elder native man dressed in soft doe skins. He was standing watching me, beckoning me to come to him. Standing in a dry riverbed in knee high moccasins, with his outstretched arms he held Continue reading