A man standing well off to the side of a convenience store . Looking cold from the chill in the air and with a well worn roller bag next to him . Big eyes with a look of kindness against his weathered face which clearly held some stories .
Suddenly i was looking to see if I had any cash with me . Yes, I did . It was a moment of certainty after that . I walked towards him . He was gracious and thankful . He began to say something . He hesitated seeming lost a bit . ” You don’t have to tell me your story because I already understand it ” I said . A moment of connection that takes me to my heart .
Late afternoon sun inspiring a drive to the water’s edge . The coolness in the air nearly stopped a walk on the beach . It was a day that could have been early spring or fall . The light from the sun was diffused by clouds and yet also giving a comforting warmth in the breezes .
I stopped at a bench and sat for a bit . It was low tide though the water seemed to be coming back in . Small waves on top of small waves and the light shimmering and dancing along the water’s surface . Looking out and looking in as I sometimes call it . Looking beyond the day’s events and freeing one’s mind .
It was just then that I noticed a bird sitting atop of a piling , exposed by low tide , out in the water . Looking more intently I reared that it wasn’t just any bird but rather an Eagle . I remained for a bit longer . I began hoping that I’d get to witness his flight and just as I stood up to go this wonderful bird took flight from his perch .
He soared with such grace and beauty . I stood watching , taking it in , and whispering ” thank you .”
Imagine leaving room for spontaneity . In such a moment one’s spirit may breathe easy , release and soar . A revival of energy invited to flow simultaneously opens doors and creates the birth of courage .
It is moment dedicated to nurturing joy and with it comes clarity and purpose . A state of exuberance in living for the sake of living . In welcoming the joy and the freedom of spontaneity we may choose to travel further into the unknown . The unknown parts of ourselves . It is a vessel of treasures this spirit of freedom and giving and exploring .
A train ride so swift and me, a sleepy soul . Like a child whose enthusiasm burns so high and then flickers away . The motion of the train lulls me into sleep .
When was the last time I was alone in a foreign city ? Was I ever …really ? Hard to recall now . I love the newness ! And yet it feels old . Old in that companion sort of a way . Ha ha ! There is no getting lost when I am always near .
The city is alive and yet somber too . This world has taken it’s toll on you and me too .
Walking within a city is to know her . Letting the crevices of warmth reveal themselves alongside the nudges of grandeur and completing one chapter .
It is delightful that I’ve come upon two of the experiences I’ve hoped for on the first day . The river Seine and a clear view of the Tour Eiffel . Oui ! Oui ! I walk across the river going from the right to the left bank and back again .
Nearly as delightful is winding my back to my Paris flat . . I didn’t get lost , hardly skipped a beat trusting my intuition .
Oooh la la ! I notice men noticing me in that subtle way the nicer ones do . And so around the corner I went to sit outside at a cafe with a hot cup Ceylon tea and listened to my surroundings .Paris has welcomed me .
I’ve learned that it does not suit me too well to sit in the quiet of hope but , rather , to be in the wild of it . This is not to say that there isn’t great value in quieting the mind . There is , there truly is . There are those delicious times when hope lives it’s mightiest in the doing , in the wild side , the wild side of hope .