Quiet joy

“Joyfully, Paris, I know that everything that I am is gaining momentum. Like clouds, as beautiful as ones I saw above Van Gogh’s grave in Auvers-sur-Oise, gathering and getting thicker. When it rains, it pours. Well, or it drizzles, like English rain – quietly, persistently, joyfully. Either way, Paris, I’m already wet…” (En savoir plus)

What a light!

“All the same, I feel such tenderness toward everything and everyone these days—yes, even you—especially you! I feel that I understand them and I want them to feel seen so that in turn they can see themselves, all that good and all the goods….” (En savoir plus)

Unfolding

“I started writing for Imagined Paris again after years that same month and I understand now how something seemingly so little and so insignificant could be the thing that ties everything up together. I mean, how many of you are listening to this right now? Just you? Wonderful – you are so significant!” (En savoir plus)