Il y a beaucoup de fleurs....

I went on an adventure today.
I actually just went for a walk but I ended up walking more than anticipated and my calculations are that I covered 14km.
I'm now freckled and sore but full of the joys of life.

As I walked in the sunshine, my mind wandered.
Strangely it wandered on to my sister quite a bit.
Hence, the title of this blog.
My sister always said 'Il y a beaucoup de fleurs' (there are a lot of flowers)
and today, there were flowers EVERYWHERE
So many colours, so many scents.
We are told so many times to remember to smell the roses.
Today, spring just took over my nostrils.
My senses in reality.
The grass was warm,
dogs were splashing about in the river chasing sticks,
Wild flowers were bursting with colour
The sun was sparkling on the water

And a peculiar sweetness lingered in the air.
It was a beautiful day to be outside.

Anyway, back to my point about Marguerite.
I have seeing cherry blossoms everywhere which I always associate with her.
Today, they were speckled everywhere.
I don't know if it is that I am actively looking for them right now,

Or if I have just been blinkered to the world around me until quite recently
but I find it comforting that she is popping in to my thoughts so much.
It has been a long time since that has happened.
I find myself smiling at memories,
just thinking about her
remembering her fabulous sense of humour
and her love of that one french sentence.

Overall, the last few days I have felt my mood change.
I am so full of hope for the future.
So excited about the road I am about to travel.

Today, as I walked I wondered about what we would be talking about if she were still here.
I imagined how excited I would be to tell her about my new job
About my plans for a deposit for a flat
My plans for me for the next 12 weeks (watch this space)
I smiled so much at the thought.
Then I realised something rather huge for me.
I realised that the last time I have felt this content with life and this excited about the unknown was when I was backpacking around Europe in 2007
Don't get me wrong, there have been many moments of being content and excited since 2007, but this feeling that I have in my gut and in my heart reminds me of that feeling then.

The feeling of self sufficiency
The feeling of independence
The feeling that the weight of the world has been lifted from my shoulders.
And I rather like it.

Roll on Summer 2016!
May the adventures and the voyages of discovery continue!

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