I find rest in my soul– here in Paris. Is it the rhythm of the city that pulls me? What is it about being in France that makes everyone behave like a flaneur?   I spend the evenings walking.. walking… walking.   There is no end [to it] And I am happy   There is an absence of fear No requirement bearing down on this body and soul to obey.   A feeling of freedom and direction.   The unfamiliar here and yet, here I thrive: in work, in thoughts, in presence, in health. There is the sense of this shell … Continue reading