Meet my First Grandson – Bodhi Carson!

Months after returning home, I’m entering my last blog post. I suppose it’s like lingering over the final pages of a cherished book. Finishing means letting go of the pleasure and daily-ness of living this dream. Knowing that I had one more experience to post has kept me connected to the transformative months of my journey. I left the beginning of September with the intention of clearing my life and letting go of too much responsibility and daily activities. I return full of grace, remembering what it feels like to be a child: To awaken each morning with a sense of wonder and excitement; To follow one’s momentary desires; To laugh; explore while riding a bike; enter caves and hike miles underground; taste food in it’s most simple, delicious state; study the wines of foreign lands; and engage with people who respect wisdom that comes with age. I return revitalized and indeed ready to do the most meaningful work of my life. And, most importantly, to welcome my first grandchild — Bodhi Carson Gervreau, who has in three short weeks captured my heart.

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The Last City of My European Journey – Paris

I open wide the French windows on this glorious last day in Paris and see a woman riding her bike down the narrow Rue de Poitou, presumably on her way to work with seemingly not a care in the world. I hear the click, click, click of a woman’s shoes, the sound of a car every so often and look at the billowing clouds above the rooftops, as I practice my yoga for the last time for a while in Europe. It will not be 33 years before I return to Paris, where it is impossible not to fall in love. My heart is overflowing.

I think of what the day will bring, and smile at the thought of visiting Palais Garnier tonight for a modern ballet, followed by a long walk home to appreciate Paris by night. There is nothing I would rather do on my last night in Paris. Every moment of every day throughout these past two months in Europe has been like today. Fortuitous, perfect, living in the moment and allowing time to unfold, as it will, naturally.

From the moment I arrived in Shetland, and was greeted by Susie and Angus and escorted the five moments it took to drive from the small airport to a sunset walk on the beach, this journey has been seamless. May I hold close these cherished memories and always remember the richness that comes from living fully in each and every moment?

In closing, I will let the magnificence of Paris speak for itself through these photos. I must however add that today on my last day of this journey I will spend the day doing what my mother-in-law did so many years ago. I will search the city for the most precious pure cotton, soft baby clothes fit for a little prince or princess, and I will return to my children, tomorrow, gifts in hand with stories to tell.

A perfect place to stay in Le Marais

A perfect place to stay in Le Marais

Civilized city living

Civilized city living

La Seine —flowing through Paris and into the English Channel creating the boundaries of Rive Droite and Rive Gauche

La Seine —flowing through Paris and into the English Channel creating the boundaries of Rive Droite and Rive Gauche

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I ask you, is there any city more beautiful than Paris?

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My favorite museum in the world - Musée Rodin

My favorite museum in the world – Musée Rodin

Le Penseur —Rodin's most monumental sculpture

Le Penseur —Rodin’s most monumental sculpture

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Champignons — The main reason to visit France in November!

Second best reason...

Second best reason…

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Love is all around!

Love is all around!

Ahhh Paris!

Ahhh Paris!

Shops of gay Paris — The French translation of Artisan

Shops of gay Paris — The French translation of Artisan

Centre Georges Pompidou — National Museum of Modern Art

Centre Georges Pompidou — National Museum of Modern Art

Palais Garnier

Palais Garnier

Palais Garnier

Palais Garnier

What was my delight upon looking up to see  a ceiling painting by Marc Chagall?

What was my delight upon looking up to see a ceiling painting by Marc Chagall?

Postcards from Paros, Greece – October 1 – October 19, 2013

First Day 

Alone in Paros

Alone in Paros and ready for adventures!

Awakened early and followed my feet…

Home Again in Greece at Connie & Rod’s home on Paros

Home Again in Greece at Connie & Rod’s home on Paros

Street in Paros

Street in Paros

I walked and swam and walked and swam and walked and walked until I found myself at the end of the island climbing into the hills, until I could go no further, as I marveled at the coast below – a blue/green unlike any other than the Aegean Sea. I found myself alone with nature, one day after the season in Paros – Greece had ended. Brazilian wood lounge chairs abandoned, tables folded, bars shuttered — alas, my kind of Paradise!

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Parikia, Paros, Greece

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Day One – Ahhhh Greece!

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Another Day in Paradise

I discovered a long dock with a bamboo covering and textured carpet, perfect for Down Dogs and Hero poses.

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Yoga on a deserted dock in Paros

Down Dogs from every possible perspective

Down Dogs from every possible perspective

 

After many inversions in which I examined the sea from many perspectives, I headed for the perfect rock I had noticed on the way in. Slipping from a smooth stone decorated with algae I sank into the velvet of the Aegean Sea, where I remained for what seemed like hours — experiencing the ebb and the flow, allowing the Greek sun to do its magic, while I completely forgot about all things other than the here and now. I remembered the joy of being in a place where it takes all day to do nothing, as my cousin Susie and I experienced 35 years ago together on Hydra, where she lived then. 

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Ahhhh Europe, everyone is speaking a different language and yet we all communicate. It always amuses me how people knowing that they are not using the same language continue to speak using hands and facial expressions, with a pure desire to be understood, louder and slower, speaking over each other with the two languages, and miraculously half of what is said is communicated. I’m so happy!

…Sitting in a small Greek Cafe on a cloudy, windy day talking to German tourists when the music switches to Pachelbel Canon in D minor. My heart literally bursts into feelings — first in remembering my mother and of how happy she would be that I’m back in Greece, a place I love dearly. Then, in remembering my children walking down the aisle on their wedding day to this music. Joy fills my heart as I take another sip of my beetroot, carrot, ginger, and blood orange juice… and continue talking to the Germans in a smattering of languages.

Colin & Stella’s Greek Café – Best juice on the island & Thursday night Quiz Night

Colin & Stella’s Greek Café – Best juice on the island & Thursday night Quiz Night (Colin is English, Stella is Greek)

Ah to be living with such an open heart that is old enough and well-worn enough to take it all in…