|Signs of spring in Paris|
|It's always sunnier on the forbidden grass.|
I started to read blogs last year, when one of my visiting friends told me about Janice MacLeod, a Canadian woman who left her copywriter job to travel, fell in love with a handsome French butcher and now lives and writes in Paris. What a story! I love all the elements:Paris, food, writing and especially handsome French men of any occupation! If I were forty years younger!
I moved on and found that there were many women of my age who (guess what?) like to choose clothes that express who they are, like to travel, have ageing parents to care for and who sometimes need an ear to listen, an eye to read or a comment of encouragement. Someone to whom they can show off a new outfit or a new grandchild! Many of us have issues. If so many of us are too short, too curvy, too awkward and on and on, who are these other women who have it all together?
Some bloggers are expert stylists who amaze me with the outfits that they put together, others pose questions in their writing that help me to think about ageing and loss, and some share the joys and sadness of daily life with a warmth and a candour to which I can easily relate. I admire those who have developed a skill in photography and can share a picture to express peace or beauty or the smile on a child's face. I'm just learning so I have mastered none of these. I often read other bloggers' older posts and get a sense of how they have developed as writers and as people.
I still find myself writing somewhat eclectically but I am somewhat eclectic. I have a beginner's camera so my photographic possibilities are limited. I am growing more comfortable photographing myself but, because I am alone, I use photobooth on the computer and so end up with some strange expressions on my face. I try to write every day because daily practise builds any skill and my favourite bloggers are indeed skilled in writing, photographing and connecting with others.
The sun is streaming in my Paris window where my laundry is drying on a rack I have practised reading my spring poems and singing a French song for la belle Isabelle. Has anyone heard of Véronique Sanson? She is a very famous singer/songwriter who was once married to Stephen Stills.