#howtostaysaneinacrazyworld is learning to speak french with heather in arles!

oh, darlings

dearest Heather all the way over there in FRANCE popped on the percolator to make a small cafe au lait and then, with the glorious goldens weaving in and around her legs, she sat down at her beautiful desk in the glorious Provencal countryside and took a lot of time to pen the Most beautiful article about the book.

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we are so Very VERY grateful.

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especially for this……..you never know how our Paths cross and why and when people will be there in another time zone all together when you can’t calm down in the one you’re in and they Know and they respond and, in time, everything becomes clearer and richer and infinitely different in a truly miraculous way.

I found teamgloria right after Hurricane Sandy hit in 2012, having been moved by a comment at Daily Plate of Crazy and I was instantly hooked. I too was drawn to Gloria’s vision of the world as a calming counter-balance to our chaotic society. So it was with great excitement that I read the news that Sophia was planning a book, the very one that she wished that she had by her side during her recovery. And now that I have it, I can say that it is absolutely beautiful.

and then she gave us an extra gift.

this:

(if you can’t see this transmission in your territory, ask mr. google to bring you the file folder that contains this: “Mad World – Gary Jules” – you’re most welcome)

now there’s no way that Heather could know that when who-we-are-in-RL was fourteen, she managed to sneak into a Gig where Tears for Fears were playing (at The Dome, Brighton, 17th Dec 1983 to date us all but why the hell not, love) the Original version of Mad World.

and who-we-are-in-RL was Transfixed – by the words, the music, being fourteen, surrounded by (slightly) older people (and thus feeling very glamorous and naughty and Out Late) and then she listened to the message in the song and the B-side later (Ideas as Opiates)

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
‘Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It’s a very, very
Mad world

and right at that Moment – in the Dome, Brighton, being all fourteen and awkward and scared about the present but excited by the Future – it all came together – it was a Mad World – but people wrote about it and other people listened and somehow that made it less Mad and more Magical.

so Mad World was one of our original inspirations for what became “How To Stay Sane In A Crazy World” and all those *gulps* years later – Heather in Arles took the time to order the book and wait patiently for her French postal carrier to come through the Provencal wooden gate and up the winding path and hand her the book and upon reading it, sipping a little from the cafe au lait from time to time, enjoying the sound of dogs pattering around the parquet flooring and looking hopefully out of the window for their morning walk, she thought about Mad World and wrote the loveliest, kindest, most generous book review – and somehow the circle closes (before it opens again, because it always does, in the nicest possible way as we all grow and change and move on and flourish).

n’est-ce pas délicieux?

mais, oui!

your review was a beautiful thing to write – and written so beautifully – merci, Heather.

inspired by others.

darlings

are you having a delicious saturday?

are you Trapped Under Snow on the east coast?

we saw the live-picture-feed via the interweb of the Nemo Blizzard.

Peter showed us the View from his Room (which, coincidentally is where we took These)

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Eleanor sent word of walking-through-the-Blizzard.

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elsewhere: george shared a Most Interesting link to NPR’s program(me) on Balenciaga.

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D gave us something Saucy to muse on……

Heather all the way over the Ocean (not that way – that way – across to La Belle France) introduced us to Kipling, a beautiful new soul.

miss jules berlin wrote about a video which left us bereft at the idea of digital-memories-disappearing into the Ether beyond.

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Julia (don’t forget to say it out loud with a Y – miss jules is over there in divinely-decadent Berlin so “Yulia” is the sound you’re looking for) Inspired us to think about the memories we have Kept (moleskines, scrapbooks) and also the inspirations we recall from other’s blogs and tweets and ideas – the sort of experience that was nigh on impossible before the interweb (unless one wrote Very Regularly and had a strong and trusty charger able to fly across mountains and dales to deliver missives sealed with wax and love).

thank goodness we have retained physical manifestations (and not just the Scar) of our own memories (vive la scrapbooking).

thank you mr. moleskines for your loyal and sometimes challenging but Always interesting companionship.

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url-1and (very nearly) fifteen years (selection shown on the sofa from before-we-left-new-york) of scrapbooking memories and what we in-the-trade like to call MATERIAL ;-)

as Phoebe Ephron said:

“Tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next.”

or at least something good to read on a journey.

I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
– Oscar Wilde

isn’t it amazing?

one can lie here – in perfect comfort – and travel around the world being Inspired by all one’s fellow companions-on-the-interweb without having to apply mascara and look vaguely presentable.

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who inspired you today, darlings?

and were you wearing mascara when it happened?

 

we have a (few) rooms with a view.

oh.

hello, new view.

from new apartment.

in. los. angeles.

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overcome.

speechless (for once ;-)

thank you to George + Maria (who came with us Yesterday for Viewings) + D and heather-in-arles and ruth (who all left us delicious messages of Encouragement Here and William and Eleanor (and bumble ward who sent a delicious wave from laurel canyon and invited us to tea but we couldn’t get there this time as we were at the Bank – cashier’s check – and the new Building – to Sign The Lease and so forth) and Tiara (for tis her true name) at L’Ermitage who was the first actual face to face human we told about our new Place when we got the Call while swimming (well, we had paused on a Lounger at that point) in the Rooftop Pool and Miss Jules Berlin OH! so many people who-help-us-get-through-the-day especially on a day like today when we had to Wait to find out about the apartment.

which we now have.

you know.

in Los Angeles.