Saturday, August 11

when letters from readers remind you about the fog

i am sitting as a cool breeze brought in by pouring rain makes me put on the kettle, the fog comes in out and just like the emails in my inbox from you my readers, i am reminded what i have been missing. yes, as i mentioned i have embraced this summer more than previous ones, although how it is almost the middle of august i do not know. i mentioned emails and in the last few days i have received emails from readers who some have never commented but have been reading from the very beginning and in these letters they wrote how the photographs and words of la porte rouge are needed in their life, a sanctuary of sorts for the their soul and mind,  reading those words and now writing them here i have goosebumps for they are saying these things about something that has to do with me. yet what you do not know just like them i need it and when they talk about photographs of the hill, forest walks and the fog stirring them, i am reminded about how much these things stir in me, better yet how much they are part of what i need to exist. now i know that sounds dramatic but i assure you i had almost found myself on empty these past weeks, not because  summer has been miserable because like i stated above the contrary it has been full but feeling full can not replace the need for certain nutrients to feel healthy and at peace and for me those things mean the hill, it's landscape and the living things that like me inhabit this piece of land.

yesterday when in the middle of tears for some personal matter i received another one of these emails, as soon as i read it i knew what i had to do. i walked out to the forest, i stood among deep greens and trees that stood like protectors of what i treasure most. today waking up with a list of errands and things i wanted to do, my body shut me down and i found myself deeply under the weather. this was gift i recognized that and  i sat listening to the rain and watching the fog come in, i slipped into my boots went outside to feel the fogs soft mist turn into rain drops that fell upon me enough to help mend my aching bones. i walked to the garden and ate a few tomatoes and peas that had been washed by the mother nature herself, i held a butterfly with a broken wing and let her drink and eat the juice of a plum.
now i sit and my dinning table as a piano plays in the back round and the fog is coming in through the window, elle's twirling in it saying look auntie the fog is in the house, yes i say and whisper back in my soul too... and as all this, elle, fog, piano and the sound of the rain mixes and fills my senses i can feel my heart hurt in the way it lets you know you are living something special even magical.

so dear friends who share your thoughts and letters with me, i too need this in my life and i thank you for reminding me just like the the fog and rain has today.

22 comments:

Sweet Life Farm said...

Such praise, beautifully bestowed. In awe of the beauty and magic you find, the fog coming in to be near you, the butterfly… Off I go through the woods, to the creek, sweet tears welling up, to ponder our gifts surrounded not by fog, but summer’s heat. You are treasured.

Shannalee said...

Oh, this is so good.

stephanie said...

nadia
your photos and words have inspired me.i have checked out beginner photography books from the library and a friend has loaned me her digital camera to practice with.one morning i went out early, to take pictures, and saw 2 fawns frolicking around.my cheeks ached from smiling so much.
after i read your posts i have a less is more outlook on life. i like that.
stephanie

cloudgathererholdmedown said...

you are beyond beautiful

country girl said...

So overwhelmed by the beauty of these photographs, and by the beauty of your words.
Maybe this sounds strange, but when I look at your photos, I can feel that we love and need the same things. Sometimes I take a photograph and think, probably no one but me would appreciate this withered leaf, or little mushroom, or foggy hillside. But I know you would. I know it, because you take photos of these sorts of things, too.
Today out of no where I wrapped Rafael up in his carrier and trudged out into the rainy forest with my camera. I didn't find anything spectacular, but just like I you need your house on the hill, I need my woods, and my quiet, and my rain boots trudging through dead leaves and moss.
I love visiting you here....it is always like meeting with a dear friend.
xoxo

RetreatingAndAdvancing said...

Thanks for sharing, this is so beautiful!

Juliana said...

I look forward to every one of your posts, because you speak from your soul and it touches mine. Standing in fog is like having a big cozy blanket wrapped around you.

Anna said...

Beautiful! I'm dreaming of your surroundings and your lovely vision all the time. What seems so mundane to others, is seen as a gem by you and I love to witness that through your blog. There are really not that many people out there that have this gift.

Te de Ternura said...

QUERIDA AMIGA... No hace mucho tiempo que sigo tu espacio, pero hoy no puedo por menos que decir que tu ESCRITO me ha llegado al corazón y he llorado contigo. ÁNIMO QUERIDA,,, dentro de la NATURALEZA un@ no se siente nunca sol@, y además ten por seguro que en muchas pertes de la tierra hay muchas personas que sienten como tú y comprenden tu SENSIBILIDAD tan ESPECIAL.
UN ABRAZO DE AMISTAD DESDE BARCELONA:)
Conxita

Carey Brown Strombotne said...

your heart, soul and words are truly magical. thank you so much for sharing them with us!

jenny miller said...

Beautiful! I just recently found your blog and I would say it is definitely a sanctuary. Our day held no more rain (thankfully), but different water delight. We played in our pond :) Thank so much for sharing your lovely thoughts with us.

Deb said...

Your photos and words are ethereal. There is a deeply soul satisfying whisper in your post. It speaks to the tender rawness that is life itself. It is one of your best posts!

Jen said...

Beautiful. Thank you.

Tash said...

Your photographs and words are a gift Nadia. xx

dervla @ The Curator said...

What a beautiful post. I'm sitting here in my darkened bedroom with nary a sign of fog in Manhattan, but I will dream of it tonight because of you.

Hannah Rosette said...

Hi! I'm a new follower of your blog. You're down to earth prose and photographs are so magical! Your blog has been a respite from the shallow and materialistic distractions in this world!
TheLittleRosette

sweet harvest moon said...

Beautiful, so beautiful!

Distilled Eyes said...

Very nice pictures.
If i close my eyes i could hear the fog kissing the land, the trees and the green grass.

Saludos!

Karina Allrich said...

Beautiful. Sometimes the soul just needs to be drenched.

Milynn {Love + Whimsy} said...

Wonderful and beautifully written. I'm new here (new follower as well) and I can see why so many readers love reading what you have shared.

Imen said...

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

Tamera Beardsley said...

my dear...your poets soul speaks...and the artist within you connects with the vivid sharing of the quiet magic... of ...what is.