While on a trip to Paris, I took 30-minutes alone to open some creative thoughts on the surrounding area. I enjoy this exercise because it's relaxing and allows me to mindfully observe and reflect the environment. Try it!
What allows Paris, the city with ancient history, to be woven with elements of love?
How is it that the city conjures an oscillating rhythm of romantic vision and all things, well…Parisian? A city that seems to have a way of bringing a delicacy to black, a softness the bustle of crowds, a flavor to the concrete, and a soft-on-the-eyes gaze to the metropolis. Thick textures of ancient buildings and big designs bulging at every viewpoint, yet put all of this under the calm morning light will bring an ephemeral visit to old thoughts.
This city-state has protruded itself outside the lined-and-raked fields of community. Paris has steadily pooled together influences from the entire gamete, and what we can experience when the dust settles is an incredible patchwork of legacy.
Paris is the mother's milk of silkiness in food and art.
When I walk the streets I feel connected to the visions that were had and the tenacity to actualize them. I never had that vision, and I never had the tenacity to make it happen. I merely get to enjoy the efforts of others and play a part of the “apres finir”.
How can I build my own bridge between a vision and reality? How do I carry that with me when I go home?
How can I poole together the influences inside me?
I can start by giving thought on how to create a refreshing viewpoint for everyday life. Think of making dinner as a art show. Revisit the ephemeral part of my mind and breathe into it more. Let that be the filter for how I see the world. I want to carry the beauty and provoking intricacy of Paris with me. And move with the dynamic rhythm of this ancient historical city.