This week France celebrated the 14 juillet, or Bastille Day, as our side of the pond likes to call it. I have celebrated twice before on the roof of my building, but my parties might have been
the reason a contributing factor in the fact that the no one in the building is allowed any roof access anymore. Still, after climbing 8 flights of stairs, the stairwell gave us the best view around to watch fireworks explode from the Eiffel tower. There are many things I wish I could give all of you who read here. Obviously, many of them are big things, important things, things like a lasting knowledge of saving grace, a place of belonging, a network of people who know and love you. But there are also more trivial things I wish I could give you and that list grows longer when I am in Paris. I wish I could give the taste of a perfect fresh baguette, hot and crispy and wrapped in brown paper. I wish I could give you the sound that your feet make when you walk down the old cobblestone streets of this city. And perhaps most of all, I wish that I could give all of you that moment, high above the city, when the lit tower starts sparkling like a million camera flashes, or the sun glinting of a million diamonds. I wish I could give you that, and hear your sharp intake of breath and softly whispered wow. I wish I could see you reduced to the child that that glittering tower brings out in all of us.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on Instagram“We live in a city of flowers!!!” - Henry, who learned pretty quickly that spring means mom stops the stroller every five seconds to plunge her face into every flowering bush and tree.Buying a home has been so emotionally draining. Not only because it is expensive (though, holy cow) or because there are endless mountains of paperwork (gross), but because it forces you to define who you are as a family, and then put money behind that definition. It forces hard conversations about values and priorities and spending habits and schools and careers and communities. It forces you to take stock of how you are allocating your time, money, and energy. Yes, a family is the people in it, but the space where those people live out their commitment to each other matters. Lots of hard conversations over the past couple months, and lots of good realizations. Ready for a new home and a new stage. (This is not the home, btw, but it sure is the embodiment of my color loving soul.)