|A small part of me still lingers in Paris, where scenes like this delight. . .|
As cosy and comforting and happy-making as all these events have been, there's a part of me that's waiting quietly, patiently, hunkering down until there's more time to sort out what it was about those weeks away that fulfils something in me, and what that might mean going forward. That part of myself has been enjoying the extension of my time in Paris through Une Femme's postings about her glamourous week there meeting international friends -- what a dream girlfriend trip! And, of course, as I flip through my travel photos to choose Instagram postings for my Christmas countdown series of festive store windows.
|Just popping down to pick up some fruit and veggies, but oh so stylishly! Paris, Rue St. Dominique|
Flipping through those photos, I realise how much we did, how much I still want to share with you, and also how many connections I can make between my life there and my life here, how many resonances those images have with what, in my academic days, we might have analysed as "diachronic" and "synchronic" -- the former being connections made across time and the latter being at the same time, so perhaps more across space. Big-word talk, in other words, for saying that many of these images from our time in Europe connect with images from our life here in Vancouver right now, but many also trigger memories for me -- many do both, weaving layers and layers of moments and places and people. One such image, that I'm hoping to develop into a post, is a horticultural one -- a favourite plant there reminding me of a planting in our island garden, which itself has layers of memories of other sightings, other plants, behind it.
But that's another post, and we're all so busy getting ready for the holidays right now, aren't we? Pater and I are off this morning, hoping to buy a dining table that will fit the limited space left for it by the greedy grand piano. We've decided on an unconventional approach, although the piece we're choosing has a long tradition. More on that later as well. . .
Meanwhile, how is your week starting? I imagine you have images you're tucking away for the moment as well, thoughts you don't quite have time to pursue as we get on with the preparations to light up this potentially dark time of the year. Tell me, if you have a minute, but if you have cards to write, mincemeat tarts to bake, food banks to help at, carols to sing. . . . if you're all caught up getting ready right now, just wave if you can, and we'll chat more later. The images will wait, won't they . .