The way I see it, life is a series of seasons. Maybe more aptly, of trade-offs. The horror of childbirth segues to the astonishment of motherhood. The labor of planting gives way to harvest. A lousy summer fades into a blessed fall. And too many gaping days of work in a row earn a reprieve.
Tomorrow, I fly off to one of my favorite cities on earth to meet a friend and get lost for the holiday. And I will soak in every evening wander down along the Seine and the smell of patisseries – brash espresso and bread ballooning in a brick oven and news print. I will listen to every word I don’t understand and smile until they smile back and eat and drink and be thankful. And when I return, I expect it will all start over and I’ll re-earn this fallow time. But for the week, I will do nothing but enjoy the present and truly know today (and tomorrow), Je suis béni.
Have a peaceful Thanksgiving, my friends!
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