I am sitting out on the terrace of my 7th floor apartment in the 11th arrondissement in Paris.
It’s 10:09pm on the 18th of July and the scorching sun of today is finally fading. My girls left today. I sent them off to Charles De Gaul airport at about 8:30am Paris time with my mom. Which is kind of ironic. It was probably the first day we are all finally acclimatized to the time change.
I didn’t go anywhere after they left. After struggling through the week with heavy jet lag, I had taken a homeopathic remedy last night and crashed out solidly. After I came back upstairs from waving them all off in the Uber, I could barely keep my eyes open. I dozed on the couch for the better part of the morning, tidied the apartment in between cat naps, did laundry and just ate whatever was left in the fridge.
This is what Paris was supposed to be for. For writing, for giving myself time and space to sort through a difficult and exciting last few years, to heal, and to have some adventure. Oh please Lord let there be adventure!
It’s official though. I am an empty nester. A couple months sooner than I had ever originally planned. But sometimes that’s the way life goes, right?
A wrench gets tossed in and you can either try and catch it or duck. And hope it doesn’t knock you flat on your ass.
Personally I’d rather be a wrench catcher!
The universe has a way of putting things in our path to change our direction. Life is supposed to be full of change and growth. If you are at all feeling stuck and stagnant, be prepared, because there is likely something coming down the pipe that you didn’t see coming! Unless you set the intention for change purposefully, the universe loves to surprise.
I could have done this so much differently. I could have moved into my brother’s basement (this may still happen!) or I could have rented a cottage somewhere in Ontario. Or an apartment for the last few months of summer in Milton. I could have eked out the last bit of possible time with my girls. But I chose Paris.
Why? Well for starters why not? It’s Paris! Think of all the art and literature that has come out of this city over the last few thousand years. It seemed the perfect spot for soul soothing.
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.” Helen Keller
The architecture, art, literature and music in this city helps to take me out of my head which is where I tend to reside. While the language is fun to navigate it also makes it easier to not have a conversation in my own head, but to just feel everything that is around me. It drops me right into heart space.
Surrounding yourself in beauty, whether in nature, or in art, I think can be healing.
It helps too, that much of the art around me right now has small scars or patina that they’ve gathered over the years. God only knows I’ve been bruised and have a certain patina! It helps me to think that as I walk the streets of Paris, with its museums and its landscape absorbing the beauty it offers, that I can move into this change in life a little more gracefully and thoughtfully. With full acceptance of my own scars and patina. And allow myself to grow along with my girls as we all spread our wings in the world, a little differently than how we have before.
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