What is it in a book, a manuscript or paragraph in the morning tribune that has something that made you put everything down, stop, and wonder.
Reading through the words causes a frisson of emotions, all fueling the same statements you undoubtedly already knew.
Could it be this easy, has it been here this whole time?
Can I possibly piece this together?
Do I really know this person?
Its really a wonder (and maybe a sign) that I had been reading a single book that gets read so many times per year and ended up writing about change, meeting people who change your life and how you pull yourself together from the millions of pieces and make YOU happen.
Selfish as this is, until I am part of a unit, a family, an attachment, it remains heavily on ones shoulders in this sense where it is about you.
My Life In France is just that book, like An Eat Pray Love or a Susan Elizabeth Phillips read. Its one that gets picked up and brings something to the table even if its a quirky recipe or a reminder to meditate...or remember that absolute blinding love does exist and friendships and relationships form out of nothing and can become everything.
I finished it the other night and thought about people that are closest to my heart, friendships that spread across countrysides and vast oceans. Through email, random postcards and skype we've managed to keep something in tact.
There's a beauty in formed relationships that goes beyond words and in the book two women who didn't meet for years while they had been corresponding through regular posts managed such a strong bond.
I love this. This connectivity that goes above and beyond and everything that is ahead of us.
I may not be living an over the top lifestyle filled with empty relationships or rushing in and out with certain people like toilet paper. With each passing day one more interaction is thrown into the mix of others building. Maybe its a feeling of being humbled with the people around, or better yet its not just people around but people that have been connected through some other force and its just the right time to have paths crossed.
There's not a day that goes by am I not thankful for the people I have met in unusual circumstances that eventually became lifelong friends and family, or beginning friendships that seem unexpected and exciting as they grow. I am grateful for this and cannot think of a better way to say thanks than closing the eyes, taking a deep breath and turning a face to the skies above.
Times have changed, and people change right with it but have we really? I'd like to put myself in Julia Child's shoes while she was living in France. How she must have felt to have met someone who shared her passions and could share coversations apart from her husband who was the luckiest man alive being a taste tester for that damn cookbook that mastered the art of french cooking but was a revolution in the culinary world. Despite everything, planes, trains and automobiles there was communication and a bond.
This is what I aspire for, with meeting people of all walks. Not in a sense that this is all for one reason alone but something that feeds the soul, the voice and warms your heart. And in Julias case its one pound of butter at a time.
And whoever said a little butter never hurt.