#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.

*shy_downcast_gaze*

we are so Very VERY grateful.

heatherinarles

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.

un cadeau from france!

darlings

we returned on the i-210 freeway (remarkably not much traffic at all) and used the key (the smallest one) to open the mailbox in the lobby chez teamgloria towers and……

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a Parcel from France!!

when we saw the postmark of ARLES we gasped and said “thank you Heather!

carefully unwrapping the blue (we adore blue) blue tissue paper we saw many gifts. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

a sea-shell, a rose-scented soap and a lustre (from a CHANDELIER!)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

instantly (well, after photographing of course) we Thought Carefully about Where to Put Everything.

the shell joined the shell collection (can one say collection if it’s two? we think one can).

and the soap went into the bathroom (alas, not a very photogenic area of the apartment so you’ll have to imagine that)OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAand the lustre?

we found some blue-blue ribbon and made a few stitches and clasped a tiny gold safety pin around the hook where the glass would have been attached to a chandelier (we adore a chandelier) and made The Divers (Paris 1930) print suitably adorned in a somewhat République française manner.

n’est ce pas?

Merci, Heather!

it is possible to get a Tiny bit down when one has returned from a Trip.

but not when one has a parcel from france containing gifts.

Petites douceurs à offrir en cadeau

indeed.

as one might say if one was in the mid-to-late-eighteenth-century and wearing a very full gown of satin with many layers of tulle and suitably restrictive corsetry and sheltering behind a large fan (from Venice – the souvenir of yesteryear type travel) with a buckle-on-the-satin-shoe peeping out from beneath the full skirts and – oh – one can dream…….

although it is equally delicious to have a light tan and a long black t-shirt cotton soft dress and flip flops and hair-tied-back-in-a-messy-bun after a lovely weekend in Palm Springs. 

just saying.

thank you Heather.

tres gentile.