Areches

Areches Beaufort and Mont Blanc, majestically close to the mount and clear. There are no clouds today. We are perched above this rounded 4810 meter peak.

Behind us, there are imposing cliffs streaked, with snow. The village is streaked with impossibly narrow streets; and the lodges made from logs in abundance. Picture perfect.

And the colours here tell us it’s a good place to ski. A ride to the top; I can’t wait  So few people in sight. A sight to behold.

It comes with great effort to this climb. A final ride to the top. We turn with an easy glide. Snow from the tips of the mount are so near and I am whispering in awe; my frozen breath barely breaking this calm.

The chair takes us back down the mountain and beyond, above the tree line slopes. But we’re aiming for the descent back down to the rustic warmth of Areches.

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Wild Flowers

“I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die. I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.~ Erin Van Vuren

We all got new coats for Christmas. Santa Julien was very generous as usual. No one gets left out. Somehow I don’t think the kids took a fancy to their new Doggy snow suits with arms and legs.

I thought they looked wonderful and fit great. But once we suited them up; they wouldn’t even budge. You’d think by looking at them they just wanted to die.

Oh my little wild flowers, it’s not so difficult is it?

About Constellations

When our thoughts become poems the poetry becomes our constellations and then we write down the words all the that we have discovered or want to understand. These are the things I am. I am trying to learn French. I’m learning I think. A language as vast as the stars. It’s like watching the constellations partly; discovering it changes us; deepening our minds just as the poetry we read or write becomes more meaningful night after night… just begins with a simple thought.

Mont Blanc ~ Lines Written in the Vale

Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni by Percy Bysshe Shelley

“Mont Blanc yet gleams on high:—the power is there, 
The still and solemn power of many sights, 
And many sounds, and much of life and death. 
In the calm darkness of the moonless nights, 
In the lone glare of day, the snows descend 
Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there, 
Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun, 
Or the star-beams dart through them. Winds contend 
Silently there, and heap the snow with breath 
Rapid and strong, but silently! Its home 
The voiceless lightning in these solitudes 
Keeps innocently, and like vapour broods 
Over the snow. The secret Strength of things 
Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome 
Of Heaven is as a law, inhabits thee! 
And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, 
If to the human mind’s imaginings 
Silence and solitude were vacancy.”

Mont Blanc: Lines Written in the Vale of Chamouni, Verse V

By Percy Bysshe Shelley

About the Author

The life and works of Percy Bysshe Shelley exemplify Romanticism in both its extremes of joyous ecstasy and brooding despair. The major themes are there in Shelley’s dramatic if short life and in his works, enigmatic, inspiring, and lasting: the restlessness and brooding and the rebellion…

Monmartre Streets

The people here seem hopeful they can achieve a more just society and that they might be able to lead the way and become an example for the French people.

There we saw with the “yellow vests” who also spoke about inspiring people; to be heard and demand better rights for the people.

For now, however, everyone is holding their breath — there’s lots of suspense — people just don’t know what will happen. It’s a peaceful protest from what we could see.

I think they just want to be heard.