My daughter arrived on Wednesday, creating a little hurricane in my carefully organized room, and isn’t that what we all need? Someone to stir the pot, to rustle us from the same old, to say “no” to our plans and shoulder us into the new?
She was ten when we first came here together, posing beneath the miniature Statue of Liberty in Luxembourg Gardens and dressed all in purple and pigtails. She won’t let me show the photo and she knows a secret: Honor the past, but don’t let it define you. I need to remember that myself.
Dressing this morning, she pulled a straw-like and scythe-shaped grey hair from her locks and held it toward me. I told her it didn’t belong there and not to worry; it had most likely blown off the weathered head of a boat captain as we walked along the Seine last night. Another gift from getting outside your self. He knows secrets too, but we decide to only imagine them.
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Honor the past, but don’t let it define you. wow,,, I need to remember that one daily. Candy
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Don’t we all! Not sure why it’s so hard.
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Nothing like a little jolt to the system to remind us what is really important. By the way, you have admire the French, even that drain cover is a work of art!
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I have to admit that I take pictures of drains and utility covers everywhere I go, and I suppose it’s because I like the diversity of them. But Paris, in Paris they’re gorgeous! This was the plainest one I saw, but it was a perfect little hurricane 🙂
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