Change: Time for something new


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We  have decided that it is time to move forward. When I started to draft this post I did say  ‘but not quite out of France yet.’ Now I am not sure if we will stay in France once we have moved from this house or make our way to pastures new.

I wrote last January about the discussion we had about whether to stay or not. Since then we have been reading ‘The Book of Awakenings’ by Mark Nepo, and so much of it has resonated with us. Not least letting go.

I believe we all hold on so tight to things sometimes, just like the monkeys who won’t let go of the rice in the coconut shell that has trapped them. So they die, because the hunters catch them. When all they had to do was let go, uncurl their fist and take their hand out of the coconut trap. ‘Let go of the Rice’ is now quoted at the front of my journal and also my diary.

Once RD and I discussed turning off from this adventure to a new one, once we ‘let go of the rice’ and the fear of failure; once we realised that we were not failures by doing things that the critics would fear to do,  the things we needed came our way: more work, more understanding, which led us to also understand that it’s not just the work that is hard out here. It is so many other things beside.

My late dad, God rest his soul, was Irish. Born in Tipperary, called Patrick. As a result I am an Irish citizen. I have my Dad’s birth certificate and I am waiting for my long certificate to arive and I will then apply for my Irish passport. I have no sentimentality for my country, I am sad the turn it has taken over the past few years.

As a result Brexit will not affect me, not sure how it will impact on RD whilst living here, but I do know that once we move to Ireland he will also apply to become an Irish citizen. We are proud to be part of the European community. But that is not why we are moving. There are many reasons, being starved of emotional intelligence is one of them; but also we are not getting any younger, it would be easier to find work, or set up businesses in Ireland, and there is also the language.

Language is not as simple as just learning the words; there are the phrases, and sayings and slang and underlying meaning that all have to be considered. I can speak some French now, can even talk on the phone in some instances, but constantly it is extra pressure that to be honest as I am getting older I don’t need. I have a life to live and constantly translating beauracracy is exhausting and depressing.

We are not getting any younger; and whilst we are only fifty seven this year it may take a couple of years before we move, and if we leave it too late it will be too hard to do any other renovations, or start business. (I think I will be taking all I have learned in my cooking repertoire with me.) So now is the time, we think life has sent us enough messages.

Whilst we are here we will continue to love where we live, dance and sing with our wonderful friends and neighbours, and we will see as much of France as we can. I will forever have fond memories of our wingback chairs in our picture window, it is our favourite place to sit, and we always cherish the here and now.

We have talked a lot about it. We do believe that life shows you the way and where you should go, but right now, based on the here and now, we will be going to Ireland, with it’s beautiful countryside and no need to talk to only English people.

Let’s see what life has to say.

Rosie

Courage.

 

8 comments

  1. Good you are planning all this well in advance. Sounds exciting. You will have time to research the best areas of Ireland where work and “good crack” can be found, whilst savoring your remaining time in France.

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  2. The language barrier is a big thing Moira, and unless you speak French fluently will always be a barrier. Ireland! Lucky you. A podcaster I follow named Conor Habib moved from the US to Dublin about a year ago, and you can hear in his voice how it has energised and revived him.
    On my one visit, we stayed down in Cork for five days, toured the south-west, kissed the blarney stone, and then drove up to the north for a wedding not far from the Giants Causeway. It’s a magical place. Great choice! ❤️

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  3. Hi. Just discovered your blogs and enjoy reading them……haven’t covered them all yet. We’re from Donegal but haven’t been back there for over a year due to travel restrictions. We live in North County Dublin.

    We’ve been renting a house for a month every summer in France since our children were small except for last year – this year remains to be seen.

    Just two questions…, how did the balloonist get out of your oak tree and what did you mean by being starved of emotional intelligence ?

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    • Hi Mary, I am so pleased that you are enjoying my blog.

      To answer your questions the balloonist used more heat and shook the hell out of the basket and tree to free himself.
      With regard to being starved of emotional intelligence I meant from the people around me. Although I learned a fair bit of French whilst living in France it is a very difficult language and so it also means that a lot of people we interacted with were English (especially where work was concerned.) The English in the area where we lived predominantly scrapped for the work they could find, and those that didn’t need to work predominantly took advantage of that. Being an empath I found that people took advantage of that also, seeing my kindness as a weakness because they had no emotional intelligence of their own. It was one of our biggest lessons to not be like the other people, who reacted in the same way as the others to survive, thereby creating a huge vicious circle. We are very spiritual but I found nobody in the area where we lived who would understand that. A good question I may well blog on the subject. Thank you ❤️

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