Hope

As some of you may know it already, I’ve recently founded an online magazine, Good Enough Darling, dedicated to people who are having a burn-out. My goal is to give tips, a bit of info and most of all, a feeling of hope and lightness when you read it. As a guide for myself but also in the perspective of documenting myself for the magazine, I bought The Gifts of Imperfection from Brené Brown . Yesterday, I read the Guidepost 3 dedicated to “resilience” and asRead more

The discreet sensuality of the mushroom

When autumn comes, everything slowly changes. Nature of course, the colour of the sky, the light outside, the sound you make when you walk in the countryside. There is something deeply melancholic but also warm in this season. Each and every time, it reconnects me to childhood memories. Roast chestnuts, vermicelli soups in the evening and slowly comes to mind the perspective of Christmas and family reunions. My childhood is long gone but still this season has a special spotRead more

Welcome Autumn

There is a moment in the year, somewhere in the middle of September, where you feel that a change is gonna come. Morning breeze is fresh and days start to become slowly shorter and shorter, light is not so bright anymore and everything sets an unspeakable different tone. Autumn is coming. There is a part inside of me that sings to summer Let’s Stay Together and wishes that him and I could smoothly continue our dance. Him shining on me and I, playingRead more

Versailles, Versailles, Versailles!!!

When I was a kid, during a short trip to Paris, my mother took my brother and I to  Versailles’s palace. She was really excited about it and I could feel that we were going to have a major experience in our life. And we did have a special moment, but what stayed in my memory are the hour long wait at the entrance, the grandiose Hall of Mirrors and the bedroom of Marie-Antoinette. I can remember how weird andRead more

Going Home

Although I am living in The Netherlands for almost 16 years, I start to wonder when I will  feel at home here? And actually what is a home, when do you feel at home and where is mine? During the first years here I was definitely a “stranger”, I knew I had to learn so much from Dutch language to boring cheese sandwiches for lunch. But even if I did my best to learn Dutch and speak it as muchRead more

Memories of Gold, Jonquières summer 17

This summer, hubby, kids and I went to the south of France, in the Hérault province, for a couple of days. We stayed there four nights and three days and this little amount of time was long enough to bring back so much memories and emotions to me. We stayed at Château de Jonquières a beautiful castle in the middle of vineyards with enchanting guest rooms, succulent breakfast with homemade yogourts and jams and last but not least delicious wine they produceRead more

The unknown flower

When I saw this flower at my local florist, I instantly felt attracted and curious. It has fascinated me right away with its spicy and soft aspect . I’m just totally, enormously, definitely in love with each part of it. Outside, inside. The lines, shapes, structure, colors, contrasts. I could stare at it for hours and the more I look at it, the more I feel blessed and grateful. As you know, music plays an important part in my creative process, aRead more

Souvenirs

Since a week or two, for a reason or an other, I have Baudelaire’s poem A une passante in my mind.  The verses ” Ô toi que j’eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!”/”O you whom I would have loved, O you who knew it!” haunt my mind, like an endless rhapsody. I studied this poem when I was in high school and then at university; it’s a classic and you are expected to master all what it contains. But though I was trained toRead more

In my solitude

Last week I went to the local market. In the small (very) traditional city where I live (20k inhabitants), there are not much things to do. There is a tiny old harbour, one museum, few restaurants, couple of mainstream shops, supermarkets, a superb florist and eighteen hairdressers, yes eighteen. So you can satisfy your hunger, have a walk along old boats, visit the museum, treat yourself or your dear ones with beautiful bouquets and definitely change the color or theRead more

You’re my thrill

While listening to Shirley Horn singing You’re my thrill. You’re my thrill You do something to me You send chills right through me When I look at you ’cause you’re my thrill You’re my thrill How my pulse increases I just go to pieces Every time I look at you I can’t keep still Nothing seems to matter Here’s my heart on a silver platter Oh where’s my will Why this strange desire Flaming higher and higher Every time I lookRead more