There is a part of me that is continually called to the French way of living.
One of THE most influential times in my life was spent walking amongst les parisiennes, commuting to work earbuds in and croissant in hand. It was living in Paris that I was able to be awe struck by beauty on a daily basis. Not just simply noticing the exquisite, but almost stunned by the lighting and the old buildings and by the way everyone carried themselves and how they wore the clothes. The style. The attention to detail. The way you ate and bought with care and stopped for a break at a cafe if only for a glass of sparkling water. The space between moments. The art of the everyday was so, so important.
It was a luxury then, no one to care for except myself, pretty much no worry in the world. Few depended on me and other than making it to work semi on time, there was nowhere to go except where my soul pulled me on a daily basis. Fast forward to now, with a very different life to lead with kids, responsibilities, and more places to go and things to do in a day than often I would like, I look back to that time of my life to infuse aspects of my life in France into my current status.
It was last Sunday that I drew a bath with tea and put on French radio and asked my husband to care for our littlest while I took as much time as I liked, departing from the rushed feel that I too often feel dictated by. I slipped in and watched the steam raise from my mug as the foggy light peered in through the window to cast a backdrop. It was so beautiful. It filled my heart and soul and allowed my shoulders to drop. This simple, little moment. It stopped time.
If only I would allow more moments like this.
We don’t need France or vacations or anything fancy to allow ourselves to be struck down by beauty. But I think we do need to slow down enough to be privy to them. To be influenced by them.
I believe that learning to slow down enough to be wrecked by the beauty everywhere around me was an important training I now need to remember.
I’m not really sure how to do this on a regular basis, but being able to remember and tap in to that part of myself who so effortlessly does … I am forever remembering how to engage more in that kind of life.
The following are some journaling questions for self-study. To look within and find connection and self-care. To listen. To slow down and recognize your own true beauty.
Some Journaling Questions for Self-Study on a Sunday Afternoon
When in my life did I feel like everything came together in a perfect moment in time? What can I remember from these moments?
How do I beautifully slow down? How would I like to slow down more intentionally?
When do I feel most like myself?
One promise to myself :