Hemingway called Paris a moveable feast…that you could leave, but carry it around with you. Maybe that was his version of a heart home. On the other hand, Morley Callahan realized that the romantic spell was broken when he tried to revisit the Paris of his youth…Paris had ‘moved on’ like everything else. Maybe a heart home is as much connected to a time as a place…
Rod I think you are right - it is also connected to a time. My heart home will always be making mudpies and chasing fireflies in my grandmothers garden!
I'm so glad seeing I'm not the only one who thinks so much about the spaces between.
I did this incredible workshop in Paris one time called Photographing Your Own Mindscape where I just walked with this artist/life coach/person who sees your soul, and took photos of whatever I wanted, and then he sort of showed me what they revealed about me, and what they showed was an obsession with threshold spaces. And once I saw that, I could see it going back through years of photographing doorways, arches, and all the spaces between here and there. But in Paris is where it's most clear, and I think what you've said is why:
*The magic of Paris is that it is (and has been for decades) a place of transition and transformation. Time here is like being in a metaphysical corridor between who you were and who you can dare to become. *
I LOVE the idea of that workshop Dana! It sounds amazing - and what is really important is trying new things that take us outside of our comfort zone - what a great way to really discover who we are! I need more of those in my life! Thank you for sharing.
Very thought provoking. I've recently moved, same lovely town and only a mile away from where we lived and raised our daughters for 36 years. Our daughters do what daughters do, they moved out and made their own way in the world. Yet it wasn't until they came to our new house that it felt like home. Thank you for your poetic prose. I love it.
Dear Teresa! Thank you so much for reading along and taking time to comment! Home truly is with the people you love - no matter where that might be! So happy your new house feels like home!
This was a lovely read, Jane. I think it’s a question that lingers for anyone who’s ever built a life far from where they began. A piece of my heart still rests beneath a plumeria tree in Honolulu. I’ve come to believe our hearts settle wherever we create joy, and eventually, where our family is, even if that means being stretched across continents. 💛
Thank you dear Pamela! So pleased that you read it and shared this beautiful comment that sounds like the perfect book title : Beneath a plumeria tree in Honolulu! WOW. I want to be there!
Jane! Oh this is yet another delightful and thought prompting prompt, thank you! I completely relate to Paris as a liminal space for me. Thank you for helping me understand how I feel about the city and how it’s transformed me and it continues with each visit. And I adore your list of where you feel at home. I’m grabbing my Blackwing and my journal and making my list too. Thank you, my friend, for the I inspiration 🩷
Thank you so much my dear Marcey! Always so pleased that you take time to read it and share such a thoughtful comment! I'll grab my favorite Blackwing - which makes me think of you =). Thank YOU my sweet friend!
JANE! Wow we are so aligned right now. This was so wonderful to read and I absolutely love how you described Paris as a liminal space for you. That is exactly how I feel and this distinction has just made me feel so validated in my confusion around calling Paris my home. Thank you!!
Hemingway called Paris a moveable feast…that you could leave, but carry it around with you. Maybe that was his version of a heart home. On the other hand, Morley Callahan realized that the romantic spell was broken when he tried to revisit the Paris of his youth…Paris had ‘moved on’ like everything else. Maybe a heart home is as much connected to a time as a place…
Rod I think you are right - it is also connected to a time. My heart home will always be making mudpies and chasing fireflies in my grandmothers garden!
I'm so glad seeing I'm not the only one who thinks so much about the spaces between.
I did this incredible workshop in Paris one time called Photographing Your Own Mindscape where I just walked with this artist/life coach/person who sees your soul, and took photos of whatever I wanted, and then he sort of showed me what they revealed about me, and what they showed was an obsession with threshold spaces. And once I saw that, I could see it going back through years of photographing doorways, arches, and all the spaces between here and there. But in Paris is where it's most clear, and I think what you've said is why:
*The magic of Paris is that it is (and has been for decades) a place of transition and transformation. Time here is like being in a metaphysical corridor between who you were and who you can dare to become. *
I LOVE the idea of that workshop Dana! It sounds amazing - and what is really important is trying new things that take us outside of our comfort zone - what a great way to really discover who we are! I need more of those in my life! Thank you for sharing.
Beautiful <3
Thank you dear Ariel!!!
Very thought provoking. I've recently moved, same lovely town and only a mile away from where we lived and raised our daughters for 36 years. Our daughters do what daughters do, they moved out and made their own way in the world. Yet it wasn't until they came to our new house that it felt like home. Thank you for your poetic prose. I love it.
Dear Teresa! Thank you so much for reading along and taking time to comment! Home truly is with the people you love - no matter where that might be! So happy your new house feels like home!
This was a lovely read, Jane. I think it’s a question that lingers for anyone who’s ever built a life far from where they began. A piece of my heart still rests beneath a plumeria tree in Honolulu. I’ve come to believe our hearts settle wherever we create joy, and eventually, where our family is, even if that means being stretched across continents. 💛
Thank you dear Pamela! So pleased that you read it and shared this beautiful comment that sounds like the perfect book title : Beneath a plumeria tree in Honolulu! WOW. I want to be there!
Jane! Oh this is yet another delightful and thought prompting prompt, thank you! I completely relate to Paris as a liminal space for me. Thank you for helping me understand how I feel about the city and how it’s transformed me and it continues with each visit. And I adore your list of where you feel at home. I’m grabbing my Blackwing and my journal and making my list too. Thank you, my friend, for the I inspiration 🩷
Thank you so much my dear Marcey! Always so pleased that you take time to read it and share such a thoughtful comment! I'll grab my favorite Blackwing - which makes me think of you =). Thank YOU my sweet friend!
Love that you’re enjoying the Blackwing too 🩵
JANE! Wow we are so aligned right now. This was so wonderful to read and I absolutely love how you described Paris as a liminal space for you. That is exactly how I feel and this distinction has just made me feel so validated in my confusion around calling Paris my home. Thank you!!
Another wonderful thoughtful and thought-provoking piece, Jane. You’ve prompted me to ponder this question. Thank you 🙏