The Departure This summer I am not running away. I have wished to run away many times in my life though. Running away was the perfect solution to evading trouble and embarrassment as a kid. Not only could I show that I meant business, but I’d also get some sympathy and dodge the consequences of …
Author Archives: Mireille Parker
romancing the soul in saint tropez
There is more juice to be got out of my day in Saint Tropez. Feeling out of the flow is confusing. I can’t make decisions. I have so much to say but I don’t know where to start. Things feel difficult. I numb out. I waste time in front of the mirror. I try to …
the Interesting and the Beautiful
Ah now I remember the other side of France – the side where I had low self-esteem. Saint Tropez …. The place of starlets and movie stars. The playground of the rich and famous, where Brigitte Bardot sunbathed topless in the 1960s. Songs have been written about it. Fake tans have been named after it. …
a view from the train
It’s been forever since I sat for eight hours just listening to music and staring out the window. Maybe never. It was a surprise, I hadn’t planned it. That was a surprise too. I like to plan stuff. I like to have all my stuff with me just in case. The week before I left …
cold hands warm heart
I have just come to an understanding about culture and it feels like my head has been cracked open and the light of wisdom is streaming in. It may be plainly obvious but I have to share it with you anyway. Yesterday after writing the blog post about cats and intuition, I headed out to …
so sexy it hurts
It was only a matter of time before I got to writing about cats. I hear you roll your eyes. Don’t worry – I’m not going to wax on about why I love cats so much. Just know that I do. And I know I’m not alone. I just discovered an Instagram page from a …
The First Time
The First time I went to France I was eighteen and with my parents. We got dropped off by a tour bus and had three days staying on the outskirts of Paris. I remember it was Bastille Day and a man had brought a ladder to climb up and see the parade. We drank red …
the genius and the teacher
No man is your enemy, no man is your friend. Every man is your teacher. A likely story. But not so easy to accept when we are not in tune with someone else or we just don’t see eye-to-eye or we’re not on the same page or we’re at each others throats. Know what I …
a love letter to you
Hello people of this world! Today my brain has been cranking away, it’s been racked and wrung for a little insider information. I’ve been looking for a quiet corner in there – some place where the words are hiding and things make sense – a place where what wants to be said is backed up …
making love on a thursday…
Together since the world began; the madman and the lover. I found those words in the pre-pages of The Doors biography I read when I was fifteen. Those words spoke to me then. I knew what it meant to be mad and in love. This is what fifteen-year-old girls know. These words placed together so …
Wonderlust 