Week Twenty. The French Countryside.
This week was a strange one. It was the first time I had really been alone in quite a few months. Staying in my friends old country house in the south of France was quite isolating in someways. Even though I had craved some alone time for quite a while when it actually happened it hit me quite hard and some loneliness crept in. The mornings were cold and I spent them by the fire, writing and eating cheese! Very French of me. As the loneliness turned into sadness how ever I new I had to put a stop to it and embrace the time I had with myself. So when a little sun came out of it’s hiding place there was nothing else to do but put on a whimsical dress and go frolicking through the country. There is nothing quite like being surrounded by nature to lift your spirits and I soon found my happiness and joy for life returning.
