Dinner, Brigitte Bardot and Gratitude
Most of my favorite memories involve people, great conversations, and food.
A gathering of aromas and laughter mixed with time and place gloriously inhabiting the air.
In these moments, I feel gratitude, love, and a blessed sense of belonging. (Emotions that, no doubt, contributed to my happiness when painting Déjeuner at the Vineyard, the painting accompanying this post.)
These times cause us to pause. And in those pauses, we find our moments of thankfulness. The gratitude for what we have. The people who love us. This moment shared. The life beautiful.
I am grateful for many, many things.
I am grateful for you.
And with Thanksgiving in the U.S. almost here, I’ll leave you with a couple of quotes befitting these days of gathering with whomever we can, in whatever ways we find:
‘People who love to eat are always the best people.’
~ Julia Child
For sure!! And…
‘One of the very nicest things about life is the way we must regularly stop whatever it is we are doing and devote our attention to eating.’
~ Luciano Pavarotti
Wishing you more bountiful blessings in the coming days than you can hold.
P.S. This is me, at the vineyard in Provence, with a full belly, lots of giggles, and Brigitte Bardot cake still on my lips. Yes, the cake and the company were that good! (Happy memories make for a happy painting!) I’d love to hear some of your best memories—the ones that bring up feelings of gratitude and life beautiful!!
Please share in the comments below!
The air is different here. A mingling of old roses and woody vines that beckon to let memory and imagination run free…
I remember vividly thinking other families were lucky because they could afford Wonder Bread. In my family with 11 siblings, parents, a grandmother & great uncle all in one house, feeding us all was difficult on a below poverty level budget. Mom baked homemade biscuits with every single meal. I often got tired of them, but was grateful for her homemade jams and preserves that altered their flavor to feel more like a treat. Now that my Mom has been gone for so many years, I wish I could walk in the door to the smell of those baking biscuits. They seem like home to me.
Happy Thanksgiving dear Dreama, Ron and wonderful crew! I am thankful for you all!
This painting is amazing Dreama! I enjoyed reading this post 🙂
Continual inspiration!! Love your posts♥️♥️
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