In Celebration of Small Things: A Week and a Bit in Paris

I’m  in the process of packing my bags to leave for the beautiful Loire valley tomorrow and as I struggle to fit eveything in, I take an opportunity to reflect with gratitude on a wonderful (and exhausting) week in Paris.  I arrived a month later than last year in the hope that the weather would… Read More In Celebration of Small Things: A Week and a Bit in Paris

In Celebration of Small Things: An Espresso, Croissant and the occasional Madeleine

In Celebration of Small Things: An Espresso, Croissant and the occasional Madeleine It’s been quite a week, so many highs and lows during my first week in Paris. As usual in times of such thrilling discombobulation, it’s the small things which become important and provide restorative comfort as we move through change. Things like espressos,… Read More In Celebration of Small Things: An Espresso, Croissant and the occasional Madeleine

(The) Emotional Experience of Travel, Art and the Eiffel Tower ! “A dominant impulse on encountering beauty is to wish to hold on to it, to possess it and give it weight in one’s life. There is an urge to say, ‘I was here, I saw this and it mattered to me.” ― Alain de… Read More

Dictator or Deliverer? Napoleon Bonaparte, the man and the myth

Dictator or Deliverer? Napoléon Bonaparte, the man and the myth As a young student I became madly fascinated by Napoleon Bonaparte. It  was his prodigious mental capacity, the  scope of his vision and outrageous self confidence that captured my imagination. For me, no other person in modern history could approach let alone surpass this man.… Read More Dictator or Deliverer? Napoleon Bonaparte, the man and the myth

City of Dreams

City of Dreams Paris. It’s the penultimate city of dreams where the men are handsome and the women ‘soignée (I start wearing makeup tomorrow!) It’s the city of dreams of ordinary folk as they go about their day and the city of grand visions and dreams of kings, entrepreneurs and leaders of all kinds  who… Read More City of Dreams

Beginnings

Beginnings I shall go forth, I shall traverse the States awhile, but I cannot tell whither or how long, Perhaps soon some day or night while I am singing my voice will     suddenly cease. O book, O chants! must all then amount to but this? Must we barely arrive at this beginning of us?… Read More Beginnings