This shot of Dali grabbed me this morning. I'm finding ways to fill the "missing her" gap in my life with fostering when I'm in France and pushing some on-line and with Facebook when there are sweet dogs in France who grab my heartstrings. I'm not there, but I can work just as hard on the computer from New Orleans as I can from the computer in Cadrieu.
As Sammie Cat and I prepare to return full time again in the spring of 2017, I am struck by what an era it was for me and Dal and Sam during those six plus years when the three of us were full-time French Girls.
When we left New Orleans in May 2006, it was a quick and dirty kick to Cadrieu by a Hurricane named Katrina.
This time it's different. Our time in New Orleans has been a petit a petit of puzzle pieces that continued to swirl for over four years now and never quite fell into place. As they are falling now; I am able to make my decisions about next steps.
This return is a clear and certain choice that is informed in a way that the first return never could have been. I am grateful.
The "Katrina Kick" pushed me and prepared me in ways I never could have imagined.
This morning I've been thinking about the theres that can't be here...things that became a daily part of our lives in Cadrieu, that for many reasons just aren't possible here. Among them are: meter long logs; walnuts; and, candlelight.
My photos are such a gift. I sat with them this morning, scrolling through and seeing them in a whole new way once more. They: brought back our Dal; made me miss my "Paulette Bunyan" days; helped me remember the early days of walnuts; and...
...reminded me just how happy that Sammie Cat is at the Chatette!
It's not just a Sunday of looking back.
It's a Sunday of being there!
Wishing you just that kind of Sunday!
We can't wait to return in the spring!
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