Thursday, November 28, 2013

The walk along the Seine ::



Today I'm thankful for the memories of Paris 
that will always live within me.


Today is like any other day. There is a blue sky above us and if I drive far enough an ocean to walk along. Today however seems different, because we have given it significance. We have imbedded it with the special power to make us feel thankful, to make us appreciate all we have, to count our blessings. Today we wake up feeling cheerful, warm and fuzzy and thanking God or whatever we believe in for the good things in our life. However, for most of us we don't practice what we preach and as soon as the leftover turkey is packed into freezer containers we stop being thankful. Tomorrow we'll complain about going back to work, about how we don't have enough money, we'll complain about that person that stole our parking spot, how far the grocery store is and how our family is annoying. But ... were we not just giving thanks for all that? 

In the recent past I have learned a lot, I have learned to be thankful, to be faithful and above all to believe. I am thankful for my parents, for each in their different ways have always been there for me. They have believed in me when I didn't believe in myself, they have pushed me to things I was afraid to do, and they have stood in the sidelines when I demanded unfettered freedom that I later realized was wrong.
 I am thankful for my extended family that in really is not all that extended and mostly considered as close as my parents. My grandmother who on her years on this Earth was the most amazing woman I knew, and I want to be half as good as her. Her wisdom, her love and her creativity all taught me great lessons. My two aunts who have seen me as her daughter, and cared for me as so.

I am thankful for the magical bond between my furry children [cats] and my family. They have changed us all for the better, I have suffered loss, and births and many blessings with them. 

I am thankful for my education, my alma matters and all the lessons I learned that extend beyond the classroom. I learned everything from how to write APA style, how genetical engineered beans are bad for me, how to filet a steak, how to taste wine, how to lead a team and how to send out a marketing plan. But in between all that I learned teamwork, friendship, perseverance, hope and the fact that caffeine really does not help keep you awake. 

I am thankful for the work I do, it is indeed a blessing. God said that 'work dignifies people' and so I always try my best. Whether  it be good or bad, whether you love it or simply work it, it is indeed a good thing to have a job. I am thankful for the opportunity I have had recently to spend time doing what I love most, photography and art and turn it into a small business that will hopefully grow. 

I am also thankful for my few friends, that I have known for years. I am not by any means the perfect friend, in fact I'd say it's really hard for me. But, they stand me and somewhat understand me and I love them all the more for that. I can't wait to spend years with them and their families.


And finally I am thankful for God, for my religion, for the faith that has been in my darkest hours a beacon of light. And in it I have found the strength to help others. 

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Ne Adventures

Hello! 

No photograph this time ... breaking the rules.
come follow me in a new blog, a new adventure ...

Only poems & short musings ...

Friday, September 13, 2013

No bad pictures of paris



There are no bad pictures of Paris. 
There are no bad memories of Paris.
There is only the void it leaves once you're no longer there.

Paris you are missing to me. 
As the French say.

I'm sorry I've been absent for so long.
There have been many crazy things to do.
More  memories to create.

The busy years as an old 70's song goes
The busy years come rushing by us.



Sunday, July 7, 2013

Let's honor the Monarchs


Is it not only appropriate that a few days before Bastille day we honor the rich past & history of the French monarchy?

Is it not them after all who made France such an elegant, eccentric, vain and fashionable place?

Where they not patrons of the arts, and music, and beauty?

Sure, they eventually starved the nation, but everyone has flaws!! 

*_*







Here on the lavish rooms in Chateau Versailles 



Wednesday, June 5, 2013

God lives in Paris ...



Churches in France are like fast food restaurants in the States.

I loved them all ... 

Monday, May 20, 2013

Paris is like coming home.


Have I told you? 
Have I told you the story of my last day in Paris?
It was as heartbreaking and wonderful as you think.

I did what a true tourist would do.
I did what  true Parisian would do.
Go Shopping.
Go eat.
Get an expensive hotel room and have the time of your life.
I was in Paris after all? 
Was I not?

Galleries LaFayette ... all the books and souvenirs that 
would later cost me extra weight on the plane.
But who cares?
"Je ne regrette rien" ~ Edith Piaff

Then dinning at a small Parisian Cafe.
Hot Chocolate and Escargot. 
"Paris is a moveable feast" Hemmingway

And then soft music, bubble bath, delivery pizza and low lights
at the airport hotel. 
"Fantastique!"

But, it was heart crushing. Going to sleep that last night in Paris.


Hotel at Orly Airport, Paris.



So I try, with every whimsical afternoon to remember Paris.
The promise to come back.
Because I miss it.
Because in days when the world has been overwhelming, way to serious
and hectic. When I find myself missing the past, the recent past, the far away past, 
the way things were. 
And when I miss the future that is yet to be.
I remember Paris.
The promise to come back.
I remember Paris 
and it's like coming home.



Seal Beach, Ca.

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Simply Paris


It's funny, the way life works, the amount of attachment one an form in a few days, hours, minutes.
I have only spent two weeks in France; but, I feel like I have lived there forever.

I was reading a book the other day, about Paris. 
And it made me sad, to the point where I almost cried.
I realized I missed it, it was part of who I am.
Cliche I know, but cliches are sometimes true.




And it was not about the great monuments, or how famous it is.
It's simply about Paris.
Simply Paris.

This is a shot of simplicity, a canal along 'la rue' on the 16th arrondissement.
Nothing fancy, no tourists, no souvenir shops, just life along the bank. 
Simply Paris

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

No longer; the religious Paris.


In a city flagged by famous churches and religious monuments, we often find that all they now hold is an allure. An allure of something that was and is no longer.

Like this picture, it was a day where I was happy and in awe. It was something that is no longer.


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Paris I promise

When the world becomes a burden, when I feel lonely and sad, when life is uncaring and relentless, when my dreams seem to crumble down; I close my eyes and remember Paris.

I know it's been long, too long since my last post. I have no apologies, I've been busy, really busy. I've been creating a life, good job, family, home, you know the 'ideal' one we dream about. Thought to be honest the perfect life is what we make it.

I have a lot of pictures to share with you, and drawings and hopes. I will have even more after (hopefully) my end of year trip to 'la belle france'!
But, today mon petit is not a day for pictures, it's much to early in spring, and not early enough, it's still chilly and the cold wind mingles with the rays of sun. Today is a day for hot tea, and pretending to read as you dream of better days.
So today I have words, that will hopefully make up for all the days and weeks that pictures made an absence fonder.

I wrote this poem the day I left Paris, the city of lights ...

"I wanted to bring Paris in a handbag

But someone, somewhere told me that it could not be done

So, I settled for a few souvenirs and a promise

Made on the airport gate

To come back soon

Childhood fascination perhaps

Adult obsession could be

But when I sat on that little café

A bottle of wine and a head full of dreams

This is where I belong

I wanted to bring Paris in a handbag

Fold it like pocket map

And take it out as soon as I arrived

But, I was just a dreamer

It could not be

So, I brought home a picture

And a broken heart as the plane took of

“Paris I promise to be back” I said

Crossing my heart and wiping a tear."

Friday, February 15, 2013

A Beautiful Tradition ...


A beautiful tradition in Paris, on this bridge you put a lock with the name of your beloved and yourself.
The tradition dictates, you lock it and leave it there and you will both be together forever.
I wonder? If I write my "Aracely + Paris" does that mean I will alway be in Paris?
Must try next time! 
On other hand, so many locks are left there, the authorities have to go and take "care' of those locks. Wonder what happens to all those locks?
A question to ponder on this Friday...



Monday, January 14, 2013

A whole lifetime away

Funny how some things only happened a short time ago, in the actual scale of life but they seem like a whole different life.
Long hair, carefree summers, undergrad, in Paris ...
One of the best days of my life <3

Thursday, January 10, 2013

We'll always have Paris ...

While this is not my best picture there are many reasons why it's the best for this post.



There are many things that scream Paris, the great monuments, the lights at night on the Eiffel Tower, the gentle flowing of the Seine, the streets lined with stores, the pastry shops, the macaroons, the gaping tourists, the reminders of it's great past in every corner; but, few things are as simple as a Metro sign.
If you want to say Paris with one picture, nothing is more iconic that this. The true essence of a city, from Film Noire to memories of taking the metro, buying a Pain au Chocolate underneath it, or exiting near my flat to find a man selling chestnuts.

I know we are ringing in a New Year, lucky 2013 and that I was not posting for most of the end of 2012 but holidays are hectic, and I've gotten lost a bit a long the way. But Paris is always my go to place to smile, to dream. And my favorite saying is
 'We'll always have Paris"
A bientot!