Trip to Paris

My recent trip to Paris was an inspiring time for both my son and I. Before he makes his choice for his life's work. I wanted him to have a larger view of the world than the safety of the small town he grew up in. He has just graduated high school and is interested in fashion design. He chose to my delight Paris France. I enjoy taking myself out of the day to day, to travel with my son and share my love of adventure was an added pleasure. Absorbing variety and beauty, plunging our spirits into a new culture. Sounds, sites and smells stimulate the creative spirit. As the sun rose on Paris and the dawn cracked open its glory on all it touched, we strolled down a hidden cobble stone street with wonderment. You understood this is another day unchanged for a hundred years or more, shopkeepers opening for the day, colorful fresh fruits, vegetables and flowers line the side walks and the smell of morning pastries linger through the streets luring me in for an espresso and a sweet taste. Bikes, small cars and pedestrians, bustling by as people start there day. The feeling though, is quiet and contentment, unpretentious and real. Young men sit with their grand fathers for morning coffee, an old women rides by with the days groceries in her basket, bread protrudes and I wonder what she has planned for her family. What is a meal like with them? What would the conversations be if I could listen in? Stories are every where and I contemplate them. We travel the Metro under ground in darkness and when we emerge into the light I'm over whelmed as I gaze upon the city's grandeur. Paris is a super charge of creative energy, you can feel the centuries of creativity that has converged on the city, monuments stand high giving testament, architecture resonates the passions of those before, foods breath flavor into our body's and fashion makes each person a responding piece of art. Each uniquely expressing self. The feeling of Love rains down over the city and there is no way to escape being affected by the resounding call to respond to her beauty. On top of the Eiffel tower at night looking out over the city scape, a distant lighting storm approaches and magic is in the air, emotions stir in me Ive never experience and I feel intoxicated with joy. The city is alive and resonates the collective synergy of millions now and gone by. Strolling through an ancient cathedral where its so quiet you can hear your thoughts echoing to heaven. A small garden where we sit and reflect soaking in all our spirits can absorb, baskets of glowing flowers hang from the balconies and everywhere you turn is a new discovery of beauty, Small hidden restaurants where the owner is the cook and waiter, sharing with you his family wines and recipes, he sits and tries to communicate, he gifts us with the labor of his hands and the love of his art presented with pride. There is no language needed to understand. Fresh flavorful foods, with rich bold wines you can taste the passion. Stone walls placed by masons centuries back, worn and weather from time. You realize you are connected to something lasting and solid. Musicians play in the streets and people stop to move with the beat. Artists displaying their inspirations, Museums live as testaments, documenting and telling the story’s of the creativity felt from the beginning of time. From monuments, to gardens, castles, bridges and cathedrals,food and fashion all exhibiting a pride of excellence, igniting a fire in us both to participate and dream of the future possibilities. passion continues to live and breath in it all. I see it blossoming forth in this young man who will forever be my son, but now a friend and fellow creative. We feel so alive in the presence of the beauty around us, I want to freeze time and live forever in this moment. I take pictures to remember, write the days events in my journal for posterity, but what we are really left with is our spirits and minds expanded, dreams and aspiration reaching farther, and our hearts were captivated and nourished by the experience. Memories to ponder and inspiration to release. But for sure no distance or time from Paris will erase our found love for her.