September was silent. No blog entries, but many exits – out of Florida, out of the summer, out of the state of suspension in which I was inhabiting. The ambiguity which thrived in that state (do I stay or do I go), has given way to something a little more concrete. At least in the sense that I am here. I am in Paris. I arrived a little over two weeks ago. I am again surrounded by all the cafés, the yellow mailboxes, the bridges. I love living in a city which is stitched together by so many bridges: 37 bridges in a city which covers an area of only 40 square miles, connecting the Right Bank to the Left Bank with all the islands in between. Bridges featured prominently in my own Parisian love story last year, and here's to hoping that this year, again, Paris will help me to stitch together all the various parts of myself into something as beautiful.
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Scarves and bridges!
I am so happy you are back. I wish you many blessings on your return!
I love the idea of architectural stitching. That with nails, as with thread, we can weave together pieces of ourselves. And the land can lead us there.
And lead us to happiness.
Now and then it's good to pause in our pursuit of happiness and just be happy.
Guillaume Apollinaire
And one can pause on a bridge to contemplate that feeling of happy.
I believe it's time for a new post from my favorite poster babe!
and what of new goings-forth?
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