Thursday, June 21, 2012


I have been reading Rainer Maria Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet. In the introduction it is said, that after an extended stay in Russia, Rilke for ever after, considered Russia, " that remote & sorrowful land" as his "his spiritual home."

This thought resonated with me. I am often at a loss to explain the emotional attachment that I feel for my home in France.

I am drawn to the simplicity of life here, the sky, the birds joyful song, the gardens, & the fields.

And the hundreds of years of history, of lives lived & lost, the joys & sorrows of a millennium.

I also see in my little corner of France a remoteness, like stepping back in time & at times I see a sorrowful sort of beauty.

As Rilke felt about Russia, I too feel about this lovely place. It is my spiritual home.


  1. I can very well find myself in your words, beautiful shots, enjoy your stay, x

  2. Thanks for sharing this Sally.I experience these feelings whenever I step onto Italian soil,especially Tuscan.I know this my spiritual home and have no idea why.


  3. Beautiful sentiments. It's hard to explain how a culture can feel like a well-fitted glove.

  4. Très belles photos Sally ! Ton village semble si paisible...

  5. how nice to read those thought, I do love my country for the magical spirit of its countryside...