I am still under the spell of England where we visited such beautiful and romantic places… places I know from Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, Mrs. Brown and The Crown… places I know from my daughter’s thesis about the chantries of Winchester cathedral… places I saw on iconic pictures before and now I had the privilege of experiencing them live…
I deeply enjoyed roaming the white cliffs, sensing Jane Austen’ s feet strolling through the fields around Chawton and sleeping next to Stonehenge… it was an experience beyond words…
Sounds lyrical, doesn’t it? The thing is… there’s 5 rhythms and inevitably me and my own mr. Darcy danced them ALL, in all flavours, in all colours of the rainbow, from bright to dark, from full shadow back into the light…
We were not the dream couple… we quarelled, we struggled, we worked hard these last four weeks…
We lived the difference between strength and courage… and finally found each other again… We are more intimate than ever… that’s worth everything…
This poem from an unknown author tells a bit about our journey and our all rhythms explorations…
It takes strength to be firm, it takes courage to be gentle.
It takes strength to conquer, it takes courage to surrender.
It takes strength to be certain, it takes courage to have doubt.
It takes strength to fit in, it takes courage to stand out.
It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain, it takes courage to feel your own pain.
It takes strength to endure abuse, it takes courage to stop it.
It takes strength to stand alone, it takes courage to lean on another.
It takes strength to love, it takes courage to be loved.
It takes strength to survive, it takes courage to live.
Yes, for sure, it takes courage to live! Thank God, we can dance this ALL!
