I have been so busy with work and then upcoming study, that i totally forgot about my blog. Not that it matters…
And so we went on our camping holiday in the Western Australian bush…quite remote. A challenge to get there…but oh boy, so worth it!
The Gibb River road has been kind to us this time… we reached our destination, Bachsten Camp, WA. Stunning location, remote which means no too many people with us.
Seriously, i think swimming in those natural rock pools is one of the most amazing thing, even though I remain always uncertain of the underneath world…
I came back energized and refreshed.
and the dry season is so lovely right now…
I have been very quiet lately. I can’t keep up it seems.
A long week end in Bali was the most nurturing experience. And the most needed.
My favourite thing was to see everywhere their daily rituals, actually every morning and evening. Little holders, made of palm leaves waived together, of offerings are simply everywhere. This Balinese Hinduism ritual, which get created in the early morning hours and replaced for the evening is to appease the Gods. You’ll find them everywhere, some intact, some rolled over. No offence here!
The rice fields have been a source of fascination. Totally new to my psyche! I couldn’t get enough of them.
And some inspired drawing and journaling. Bliss.
Can’t wait to return!
I have been very slow at posting photos of my last trip to Switzerland and Venezia..
Here is a bit of poetry in pictures…
I could post so many more as Venice is a dream to visit and to photograph…
and just working on this post made me wanting to be there again!
During my visit to my family in my homeland, despite not so good weather, we managed to do a few good hikes…We would check the weather forecast on the evening and organize our walk for the following day.
This is Emosson Dam, on the border of France. This is quite re-known for its dinosaurs marks or traces, which are really impressive (for the non-dinosaur-marks-specialist that I am!). The other gem is the omnipresence of the magnificent mountains and lakes…
We hiked for a bit, had a break and then continued, leaving my parents behind. I tell you, we suffered. The mountain girl that I used to be has walked too many flat lands… and it is already something to go up and up and up, as we were motivated by the view from the top. But then, we had to go down…..oh my….
“to live in this world
you must be able
to do three things
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go”
― Mary Oliver
For the next few posts, I will bring Switzerland to you… and a bit of Venezia as well…
To start with, a few pictures of Greg, my cousin who inspires me so much! Greg does cheese traditionally up at the ‘Alpage’ each summer. Four cheeses per day, using 1400 liters of milk each time!!! Seriously!
Every time I witness this, I am amazed and humbled by this ancient knowledge continued. Simple hard work really!
and the reward…Macaroni de Chalet with home made cheese, fresh cream…
I was away; did you notice;) Visiting my family, my mountains…
I sat in the kitchen, with my parents;
I listened to the sound that my village makes…
I ate all I could, fed by the love, the sounds, the stories… so many untold.
In my pocket, a thread of wool…