What a lovely story you share here about the beginnings of your home! I first read about it in the notes on your YouTube channel and I couldn't wait to come here to visit your blog. Thanks for sharing!
Dear Anne... November has brought dread. Specially in my sunny adopted country's corner in Florida. It's dark and bleak figuratively, emotionally, spiritually. I'm from Venezuela. And this election has brought back my PTSD. It took me awhile to call this country home. In spite of my many visits, studies and even a summer home. This is what I posted this week
Your writing is beautiful and what a lovely story of your home's history! I hope Astrid's relatives will come back to bring more stories and photos. I love November, and the dark half of the year in general. It feels like a decent into the dark, up until Midwinter. The energy is more quiet, more still, there is more time for healing, resting, releasing, and dreaming.
Rosanne, thank you so much for your comment, that I have only just now found! Still, it made my very happy to read, and you are so right. November gets bashed alot here in Denmark for being dark and cold, but there is really something magical og calming about the omnivous energy, the sense of quietness and stillness before the storm that is a new year. I guess it can be bothersome to some people to be at such a pasive state that November allows for, but this year I have really tried to embrace it ❤️
It is all about framing ! You describe your experience of November so positively, that I long for this period of rest and reflection, whereas often November is only seen as the dreaded grey month in the North. Here in the South November is filled with strawberries and blueberries, sunshine days on the beach, the strong south-east winds which bring much needed rain to the rest of the country ....and kite-surfing...and flower-filled gardens...before the heat of summer sets in.
Thank you, Heike! I'll take it as a personal achievement to write about November in a way that can make someone long for such a dark and drab month here in the Northern hemisphere. It sounds so lovely in South Africa right now, and I can't help being a bit envious of that late spring as that is truly my favourite season, but at last, I'm still trying my best practice gratitude, hence the positive spin on the last month of autumn in the North 🍂 Glad you liked it!
Thank you, me too! When we were searching for homes a couple of years back, I was also looking at old paper clippings and documents, just to get a feel for the history of the house and the people that had lived there prior. I wish every house came with a little history of the lives that had been lived in it, and am so glad we got to get a little glimpse of ours ❤️
I'm sorry if my dread and ptsd disrupt your peaceful snowy countryside. I would trade it in a jiffy for this beautiful but ominous floridian winter's day
Please, do absolutely not feel the need to apologize for anything ❤️ I think Substack deleted the original link, but I read your post, and just know that my heart bleeds for you. I was just saying to my husband today that I felt so priviledged to live in a country where we (at least) have a female president, and not a misogynistic and racist man. I cannot even begin to fantom the stress and sense of unsafety you must be living under right now, and you have my deepest sympathy. Thank you so much for commenting and connecting ❤️
At first I was the one who deleted it Anne. My own experience living under the Dictatorship in Venezuela and tear gassed induced PTSD seemed an extreme contrast to your hygge, cozy tranquility. I didn't want to disrupt it or your readers'.
But then I decided to come back and post it. I started following you as well as @underthejacarandas and other stacks, everyone building a new life elsewhere, to live vicariously through all of you and give me the calming potential possibility of a plan B. Like the song says: to give me hope to carry on.
What a lovely story you share here about the beginnings of your home! I first read about it in the notes on your YouTube channel and I couldn't wait to come here to visit your blog. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much, Laura, I'm really glad that you liked it ❤️ Thanks for being here!
Dear Anne... November has brought dread. Specially in my sunny adopted country's corner in Florida. It's dark and bleak figuratively, emotionally, spiritually. I'm from Venezuela. And this election has brought back my PTSD. It took me awhile to call this country home. In spite of my many visits, studies and even a summer home. This is what I posted this week
https://open.substack.com/pub/janinevicicampbell/p/15-araguaneyes-gringos?r=ez84n&utm_medium=ios
Your writing is beautiful and what a lovely story of your home's history! I hope Astrid's relatives will come back to bring more stories and photos. I love November, and the dark half of the year in general. It feels like a decent into the dark, up until Midwinter. The energy is more quiet, more still, there is more time for healing, resting, releasing, and dreaming.
Rosanne, thank you so much for your comment, that I have only just now found! Still, it made my very happy to read, and you are so right. November gets bashed alot here in Denmark for being dark and cold, but there is really something magical og calming about the omnivous energy, the sense of quietness and stillness before the storm that is a new year. I guess it can be bothersome to some people to be at such a pasive state that November allows for, but this year I have really tried to embrace it ❤️
It is all about framing ! You describe your experience of November so positively, that I long for this period of rest and reflection, whereas often November is only seen as the dreaded grey month in the North. Here in the South November is filled with strawberries and blueberries, sunshine days on the beach, the strong south-east winds which bring much needed rain to the rest of the country ....and kite-surfing...and flower-filled gardens...before the heat of summer sets in.
Thank you, Heike! I'll take it as a personal achievement to write about November in a way that can make someone long for such a dark and drab month here in the Northern hemisphere. It sounds so lovely in South Africa right now, and I can't help being a bit envious of that late spring as that is truly my favourite season, but at last, I'm still trying my best practice gratitude, hence the positive spin on the last month of autumn in the North 🍂 Glad you liked it!
What a joy for the relatives of Astrid to see the home place loved and lived in again! You have a lovely voice, too, Anne!
Thank you so much, Gabrielle! They for sure looked very pleased that day, and it made me so happy to see that.
Beautiful, I love learning about the history of other people’s homes ❤️
Thank you, me too! When we were searching for homes a couple of years back, I was also looking at old paper clippings and documents, just to get a feel for the history of the house and the people that had lived there prior. I wish every house came with a little history of the lives that had been lived in it, and am so glad we got to get a little glimpse of ours ❤️
I'm sorry if my dread and ptsd disrupt your peaceful snowy countryside. I would trade it in a jiffy for this beautiful but ominous floridian winter's day
Please, do absolutely not feel the need to apologize for anything ❤️ I think Substack deleted the original link, but I read your post, and just know that my heart bleeds for you. I was just saying to my husband today that I felt so priviledged to live in a country where we (at least) have a female president, and not a misogynistic and racist man. I cannot even begin to fantom the stress and sense of unsafety you must be living under right now, and you have my deepest sympathy. Thank you so much for commenting and connecting ❤️
Gracias💙
At first I was the one who deleted it Anne. My own experience living under the Dictatorship in Venezuela and tear gassed induced PTSD seemed an extreme contrast to your hygge, cozy tranquility. I didn't want to disrupt it or your readers'.
But then I decided to come back and post it. I started following you as well as @underthejacarandas and other stacks, everyone building a new life elsewhere, to live vicariously through all of you and give me the calming potential possibility of a plan B. Like the song says: to give me hope to carry on.