"being nobody going nowhere"

as I pulled into the graveled drive and heard the familiar sound of my tires slowly crunching to a stop, I knew where I was. after several weeks in the south of France with Bernard and his family of Catalanians, I had missed the entire holiday heat wave of 2005. then there it was. the very next thing I saw was a vision of hope, "mon atelier", the new and magnificant studio...waiting for me like the mother of all mothers; promising comfort, adoration and unconditional love. the relationship has been a long one with love affairs and breakups but always the same forgiveness and reconciliation with open arms in the end.