There is one place on my “Must Visit Soon” (soon being, at any point in my life). It is a place that, when I feel stressed, I often close my eyes and think about. The stark white marble awash in the colors of the stained glass: blue, greens and yellows that, when married in light, produce a purple hue. It licks the marble, dances on your skin and I’ve heard you find yourself at total, utter peace.
This place? Chapelle Matisse.
Isn’t it the most stunning?
At the peak of my anxiety today, I closed my eyes and thought about visiting the South of France. I thought about the chapel that Matisse built in his mid-seventies. I thought about how, when seated in this stunning chapel, there is an inner quiet. I bet it feels so nice and cool inside, especially on a hot summer’s day. This is where I go when everything around me feels like it’s one giant dumpster fire of dog shit.
I also think about what this chapel looks like at sunset. The internet helps, see?
If I had to guess, I’d say it’s late afternoon. Check out Mary holding baby Jesus. So abstract, yet so powerful. I think about what my shoes would sound like on the floor. Light, airy click clacking of my heels.
There are no worries.
The fresh air. The sweet aroma of flowers and earth.
So tonight, I sit here sipping my Chai tea, piping hot.
Looking at photos of the Matisse chapel and dreaming of writing letters by the sea.
Maybe I’m wearing a sundress with giant sunglasses.
Maybe I’m wearing crisp pants with a smart blouse.
Maybe I’m just sipping a pastis, in my bathing suit, without a care in the world.
Je vous verrai bientot mon amour…