Winter Solstice

The shortest day of the year, the one with least light.

And it’s true there is darkness.

Here’s a song called “Winter Solstice,” haunting and beautiful for the day.

The light starts growing again now.

What will you bring into the light?

Where the Light Enters You

Blast off to your dreams! (Or, at least, Menilmontant)

Today celebrates a happier anniversary than my previous post: my five-year Paris birthday. Half a decade of living in the City of Light. Wow!

Everything I said last year about my Paris birthday still stands: I’m grateful for the adventure. Life is imperfect. The imperfect can be beautiful.

This year it’s kind of an interesting confluence of events. Yesterday I received the convocation to appear in divorce court. The date will be October 10.

Though I’ve been making my way and getting stronger every day, that letter definitely did a doozy on me. It’s not unexpected, it is the next step in the way forward, but it still sliced through my heart. To face the reality, the final decree.

Then again, think of what shines through where I am pierced.

“Don’t turn away. Keep your gaze on the bandaged place. That’s where the light enters you.” –Rumi