The French Woman is such a vibe.
THE TABLE:
Welcome back to It Happened Over Lunch! Today I am tuning in from my bedroom in Trecastagni, Sicily. It's early March, the sun is shining and I am craving Spring.
SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL:
Over the past decade I have been to Paris three times and I have fallen in love with it more every time we visit. There is something sparkly about it. There is something magnetic about it. I find myself coming alive inside art museums and bistros. I sleep with the window open and listen to the hum of the city.
During the past two visits, we took about a week each and wandered the city. And, one thing I kept noticing during both trips... mid morning, in the crisp coolness of the weather, multiple French women, red lipstick, small espresso and smoking a cigarette. There was something alluring about it, even though I have never smoked, nor never intend to.
SOMETHING TRUE:
Often by early March, I find myself at odds with winter. The cold has become off putting. Soups are getting boring. And the chill in the air makes my bones hurt. I know there's a lesson I meet every winter about slowing down, allowing for rest, and being inside the fertile void... but I don't love it.
THE THOUGHT I AM CARRYING:
With a nod to the French Woman, there is something beautiful about taking a moment to just breathe during the day. Or multiple times a day.
THE CHECK:
After recording this episode I am working on the podcast, getting dinner together and picking the boys up at the town square after they have a long day of school and baseball practice.
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