Before leaving for the States last Christmas, I noticed some mysterious construction taking form in front of Notre Dame.
When I returned in the New Year, the scaffolding had transformed into steps and an illuminated walkway. The shape was complete, but an air of mystery remained.
I soon learned that the new buzz around Notre Dame denoted an anniversary. 2013 marks 850 years of the cathedral, in fact!
Excitement spread as nine new bells arrived, the largest, named Mary, coming in at six and a half tons (6000 kilograms). The new bronze beauties will chime for the first time next Sunday, March 23 for Palm Sunday.
I didn’t see the bells while they were on display, but I was struck by the large questions lining the side of the walkway as one ascends toward the cathedral.
Why was I created?
What is my relationship with others?
Why am I unique?
It’s been exactly a month since I updated the blog. Big questions like these above have been filling my mind, you see. Purpose, meaning, art, work, money, place, love. The ground is shifting; I am in one of those times of reevaluation, re-envisioning.
Often it’s helpful for me to bounce ideas off of others, to share the questions, to speak aloud the journey.
Sometimes, though, silence and sitting with oneself in quiet reflection is what is truly called for. Honing in so you can hear just the one voice – your own.
And so, that is what I am doing, friends, why I am less vocal here. I am trying to figure things out.
So scary and uncomfortable, uncertainty, but also what rich terrain to explore!
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
That quote by Mary Oliver often guides me during times like these.
Let me know what you’re doing with your one wild and precious life, friends. I miss you, even if I appear in your inboxes less often.
Someone shared this video with me recently. Flares are everywhere. I see them. I feel hope.
Speak to me of the flares let loose in the sky.
Love and light,
Sion
paris (im)perfect 