So you know, life happened, some seriously stormy weather. And
then, an escape to Paris,
a breath, a lungful of air above water. An escape but also a step back, a spot from which
to judge the state of my life. Difficult holidays. Too much family turmoil to
be as carefree as I would have liked. Constantly overextended, scrambling,
And stuck. Chaos leads to rigidity, law of physics.
Scared to write again, scared to blog again. To stare at
the blank screen, to grab my camera. After this hiatus, what if I have nothing left to say? To
to try something new, a new recipe, a new ingredient. Afraid no one will like
it, afraid it’ll be a terrible failure, that it just won’t work. Yet I know better.
Failure is not trying. Failure is letting myself stay stuck. Failure is giving
in to fear. Success is doing our best, being kind to ourselves, and daring to
get unstuck, to move forward, blindly if need be, but move forward nonetheless.
Come to think of it, there is no such thing as success and failure. Those concepts have nothing to do with what matters. Nothing to do with life. Removing them from our reasoning might just be the key to moving forward.
compassion for oneself, another of self-care, to be with oneself, grounded. And
a sparkle or two of inspiration. I had two of these sparkles this week.
And as we’re looking at the exhibits, I realize he is a complete blank slate on
this topic. He’s seen a rocket in a couple of books, but basically, he knows
nothing of it. Eyes wide, he’s observing and learning, engaged, with a
completely fresh, open-minded perspective. Microgravity, space travel, the universe, the earth, stars
and nebula, astronauts, energy, engines… he was in awe! For a few minutes, I
saw things through his fresh, brand new eyes. Through his open mind, his awed
perspective. And I was inspired! I was moved to tears, actually. Such an
And then, I re-read this attempt of a poem I wrote a few years ago. And here I am… getting unstuck once again.
I wish you a happy New Year, full of inspired and inspiring
moments, self-care and lungfuls of fresh air and fresh perspectives.
So here we are, floating about in a sea
The image of a boat, in a bubble above our heads
The water pulls us, the waves batter us
We drift about our lives, waiting endlessly
But perhaps on a calm day, unexpectedly
If we’re not too busy keeping our heads above water
Or tasting our lips, or tears, salty
For one instant, we may experience who we are
Right there, we feel our plexus, our very core
And there, from our center
A cord has been growing
It has been there all along
Umbilical in a way, our visceral truth, a mother
That cord lies ahead of us through the sea
Like a bridge, a lifeline
Taut, as if attached on the other side of the horizon
To worlds to be discovered
Lives to be lived
A fate we cannot foresee
We can ignore it all right
And think of the boat
In the bubble above our head
Or hold on to that cord
Heaving ourselves with all our might
Toward whatever lies ahead
here to share this very pretty dish I adapted from the French cooking magazine Saveurs. Colorful and delicate, a touch
of beauty on a plate. Also a good way to introduce scallops to a shellfish
newbie. Pablo loved it (picking the pomegranate seeds and popping them in his
mouth brought some fun to the table as well 🙂