Waiting at Bugarach

For those who are unfamiliar with Bugarach, I invite you to check out a post from my other blog: http://foundinfrance.wordpress.com/2012/03/19/bugarach/  You can find more information as you choose by searching Bugarach, France or 12/12/12 online.

“This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.”

– T.S. Eliot

“She is a friend of mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.”

– Toni Morrison


“Friendship needs no words – it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.”

– Dag Hammarskjold


“The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life.”

John F. Kennedy


Waiting at Bugarach

During Rita’s visit

We chance upon

The village of

Bugarach once again

A few souvenirs

For those back

In California

Made their way

Into her valises

A bottle of Bugarach’s finest


For her

End of the

World party

December 12 2012

As she boarded her plane

In Barcelona yesterday

Flying across the


Into San Francisco’s

Nighttime skyline

I remain here in


The one nearest

The final portal

Another world

Would be



Despite hoards

Of New Age pilgrims

Waiting to cross over

Without the company

Of a dear friend

I shall remain

Perhaps another day…



Author: Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.

12 thoughts on “Waiting at Bugarach”

  1. first..love all the quotes you start this with and then also the heart for your friend that shines through and also the sense of being where someone is supposed to be

  2. >hi Lea, I took a look at your other blog post about Bugarach… I agree it would be such a shame if many outsiders deluged that lovely place out of some absurd idea that they will find some portal to ? and be saved from the coming end of the world. Those poor people! Okay, you have certainly inspired me for another blog post now. I will keep little charming Bugarach in my prayers as December draws nearer….

    1. And I shall eagerly await said post! You do inspire me over and over again. Merci beaucoup!
      Bugarach is so very beautiful as is much of the land about me. How fortunate can one be?

  3. I’m doing this by memory, so I’ll screw it up. I could look it up, and make it right. But why?

    Best line of poetry ever? Possibly something like this?

    “I saw the eternal footman hold my cloak and snicker.”

    Everyone knows,

    “Let us go then you and I while the evening is spread out upon the sky,
    like a patient etherized upon a table.”

    You like TS & you have oodles of talent.

    I never connected these two blogs. Sorry.

    1. You are so generous Cindy. Honesty demands that I admit to not having read Eliot and that is embarrassing. While having no formal training in poetry, it is just something that bleeds out of me through the course of my life. Perhaps you have read enough of my work to understand where some of it comes from. If you can think of the poem/s that those quotes came from, I would appreciate knowing. It could be interesting, at least to me, to see if or what they might generate? Bisous, Lea

    1. Thank you! I searched the quote and you were very close. It is coffee spoons, they are tiny here, and I do drink both my share and that of many others. I have long meant to read Eliot but have not done so yet. You have inspired me. Merci beaucoup!

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