Thursday 16th September 2010.
We’ve arrived in Vannes, Brittany, travelling since morning, didn’t get to post yesterday’s blog so doing that now.

Wednesday 15th September 2010.
Here’s the second blog from Luzern (I no longer know how to spell it!). We’re still in Normandy, going to Brittany tomorrow and getting the boat from Roscoff on Saturday and arriving in Rosslare on Sunday.

Saturday 28th August 2010.

Do you remember Aunty Mary on the boat? The impact she had on the little boy? Well I just met someone else who is an example of how, by just doing your thing you can have a major impact. I spent less than an hour with Charde as she explained how to get to restaurants in Lucerne and Torino (Turin), but her impact is lasting. When I met her I said I loved her apartment and she said, “oh,they’re all like that around here” and I said “no I love how you have decorated it,” she said “I love to go to the op shop (charity shop in Australia), I love vintage”. And that was it, she got ready to go to her concert and I started to get comfortable taking over her home.

Then she was gone and I realised I was in a haven of creativity. Charde has filled her home with the things she loves, she has allowed herself to have the things she loves around her and just that alone has an impact on the people she meets and the people who stay here.

I don’t know her but I miss that she’s not here to tell me about herself and the things she loves. That’s some impact!

We always have an impact on others, what kind of one do we want to be having? I think if we expose ourselves to the world, in the way we dress, in the things we have in our homes, in the things we choose to do, in the things we say and in the things we write, then we will allow “the cobble stones to peep through the tarmac”. We will be sharing ourselves with the world. We will be fulfilling our purpose.

Charde’s eyes sparkle when she talks. She’s like a sanctuary for the spark. Her home radiates sparks and warmth. She exposes herself in everything she has in it. She’s a little light come all the way from Australia to rainy Lucerne. She thinks she’s here because of her boyfriend’s career but I think she’s here because Lucerne needs a spark.