Recalling David Whyte’s poem, “Lost”…
The trees ahead and the bushes beside you are not lost.
Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you,
If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still.
The forest knows where you are.
You must let it find you.”
There’s a presence in the streets, bridges, parks and waterways of Paris… Something that speaks to us, that we try to capture in words and pictures, watching the world go by from our windows.
To be continued…xxxx Aliss