Well I packed in a lot of K’s yesterday. It was too nice a day to be on the Metro and so I mostly walked.
A little over a week ago, I took a nasty bump to the head and I think it was a side effect of this that caused me to decide to climb the stairs of the Eiffel Tower. Seriously, what was I thinking? One can only take the stairs to the second floor, but still…41 floors I think it is. You’ll see a photo of me that looks like I poured a bottle of water over myself, in actual fact I poured the bottle of water into my mouth and squeezed it out through my skin. A pretty good trick, although not so popular with those around me.
The Eiffel Tower puts on a pretty spectacular light show at night, youtube it and you’ll see what I mean. The college at the end of the green park leading away from the tower was put together to teach “poor gentlemen” how to become military officers. It has a special place in my heart.
In my personal journey, today was pretty emotionally confrontational. Back home if I feel like there’s stuff in there that might need looking at, I can easily call a friend or do some work and therefore avoid anything too tricky. Not so when I’m alone here. I sat at the top of the tower for a couple of hours waiting for the sun to set. Paris is a beautiful and romantic city, nauseatingly filled with couples in love. I had a couple of hours alone with this and plenty of time to sit with my own relationships journey. Wow! Somebody kill me please!!! Luckily I was exhausted by the time I arrived home and fell into the sweet oblivion of sleep fairly quickly.
So, a life well lived. My friend Jim thinks that what we are doing right now is what we are wired to do ( I hope I have this right Jim), that God knew before time what we would be like and where we would be and therefore this is our thing. I like it, but I’m not convinced. There seem to be too many people in highly dysfunctional lives. I would even contend that most if us are caught up in less than we could be. This idea of selling our days for gold, striving harder and harder for more gold but still never having enough. Secretly competing with each other over who has the better toys. Filling our lives with distractions. Don’t get me wrong, I think productive work is important, valuable and to be sought after. Anyway, embryonic thoughts.
The day awaits me and I must go.