I’ve been having a hard time taking pictures… Paris is gray and cold, there’s a national psychodrama going on due to the presidential elections, the atmosphere is very heavy.
I look for openings in the clouds. No matter who is elected on Sunday, we will have to keep hope alive, as we are doing in the US, by every means possible.
Some lightness from Emily Dickinson:
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm –
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.”
And what if we are extra kind to everyone we meet every day? Can that open the clouds, even a little bit?
To be continued xxxxx Aliss
Emerging from jet lag. Cold clear Spring day. Big turn out at my voting bureau, multi-generational, multi-ethnic, very moving. Let there be hope!
Why aren’t US elections held on Sundays like in France?
Why is the sky a different color on the other side of the bridge?
To be continued…. xxxxx Aliss
Dancin’ in the streets with 10,000 sisters and brothers in Paris and millions around the world!
Standing with Womenability and Helene Combes, environmental activist 🙂
When can we do this again?
Is it possible to keep an open mind and heart?
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
T.S. Elliot, Four Quartets
Thank you Marion Woodman for introducing me to these lines in your lecture, “Rolling Away the Stone.”
Taking a moment to immerse myself in Joy… Time to “store” up light for 2017, we’ll need it!
This is the Galeries Lafayette Haussmann Christmas tree. Go to the second floor for more information about uploading a magic app, or use the tablets on site to view the world in a holiday glow (no spoilers!) More coming xxxxxx Aliss
The first swan I’ve seen on the canal in almost a year filled me with joy and got me thinking about good omens. What does “omen” mean? Still trying to put this into words…To be continued xxxxxx Aliss
Sculpture Garden, Louvre
I’m more and more aware that beauty, natural or human-crafted, is as vital as the air we breathe, the water we drink, our very sustenance. In harsh times, just the thought or the memory of beauty can save your life, rest your spirit, refresh your imagination, give you new perspectives, hope and inspiration.
“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver