seine-like advice

im making a list, checking it twice, even thrice, to ensure that i dont fall into the trap of letting the year go by without actually taking the proverbial break or breaking out of my routine(s) — those who know me know this is foreign concept for me: (daily) routine. but even my lack of routine has its own rhythm, and it is that which i will strive to break toward the goal of re-imagining, refinement, and re-discovery.

following on my friend and colleague’s advice to sneak in some actual vacation time, i am taking note of the wise words on these sabbatical musings from strangers:

A Year on Sabbatical: May 20, 2011: Paris – Chartres Small and Big, Cars Rouges, Seine Dinner. — what doesn’t sound magical about this?

setting up a really satisfying 1 year sabbatical — ideas?. — some reasoned, seasoned advice including this nugget: “I learned that the rest of the world thinks “sabbatical” means “year-long vacation.”  Just embrace that — their minds can’t be changed.” <sigh> ok.

Beyond the Pale: Sunset Sitting Sated on the Seine. — a post from someone else’s sabbatical blog where she posts this absolutely delightful poem:

I never knew the charm of spring
I never met it face to face
I never knew my heart could sing
I never missed a warm embrace
Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to
What have you done to my heart

-“April in Paris” by Vernon Duke and E.Y. Harburg

merci, mes amis! je vais bien écouter.

and in that vein, i offer this photograph that i took earlier today using my crappy blackberry camera, but that i still love not only because of the geometric wonderousness of it, but also because the act of taking the photo was an exercise in looking up(ward) when so often i/we spend my/our days looking straight ahead, perhaps even left and right, and mostly certainly down(ward).

look up!

perhaps not entirely coincidentally, today would have been my grandmother’s 88th birthday. she often took walks, looking here and there and everywhere. and although i surpassed her under-five-foot height at the age of 10, i always looked up to my namesake. happy birthday, lk!

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