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Paris: Day 1

I left New Jersey late Saturday afternoon, “slept through the night” on the airplane, and arrived in Paris Sunday morning, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. From the airport, I took a train to my host’s neighborhood in Argenteuil—a suburb just outside of Paris. I called my host from a payphone, she picked me up at the station, and off we went to her flat. We had a lovely breakfast and chatted a bit. I learned that she was raised on a cattle farm in the French countryside of Brittany.

My host would be busy for the day, so she took me back to the station and I headed toward the Eiffel Tower. The metro took me to the spot. When I emerged from underground, I could not see the tower. I walked around a building and there it was—in all its glory—larger than life & as spectacular as I imagined it would be.

My first glimpse of the Eiffel Tower

Like so many times in life, there are no words to describe the experience. It was the Eiffel Tower—the very symbol of Paris.

I walked down the giant staircase, across the street, and to the base of the tower. After exploring the gardens & garden paths around the tower, I decided to take a sightseeing cruise on the Seine. The cruise company was Vedettes de Paris. You can check out the site here. The cruise was one hour and the guided narration was spoken in French, English, and Spanish. The ticket price was €11. It’s a great way to acquaint yourself with Paris on your first day. It was lovely in the afternoon but I imagine it would be even more gorgeous at night.

The tour takes you by all of the major sites including the breathtaking Notre Dame. It was the most perfect warm, autumn day—bright sun, blue skies, fluffy white clouds. On the boat, a young couple with a tiny, infant boy sat next to me. The baby slept all the while & smiled often in his sleep. Too cute.

Here are a few of my favourite shots that I snapped from the ship.

View of the tower from the Seine

Sleeping cutie pie

A houseboat on the Seine—can you imagine!?

After the boat tour, I wandered around and found myself in the wealthy neighborhood near the Eiffel Tower. Here, the mothers pushed children in gorgeous, old-fashioned baby carriages and everything reeked of money. All of the homes looked beautiful from the outside–even the windows were stunning.

The gorgeous windows of Paris

After lunch, dessert, and more wandering, I headed back to the tower. The sun was setting and it was a spectacular sight. I snapped photographs and made my way back to my host’s flat.

Eiffel Tower gardens at sunset

Paris Carousel at sunset

Not surprisingly, I slept like a baby that night. What a gorgeous start to my Parisian adventure. Stay tuned for Day 2.

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    Letting Go of the Past: Forgiveness

    Last week, I finished listening to Eckhart Tolle’s The Power of Now. It had been on my “to-read” list for years, when by a stroke of fate a dear friend offered to lend me her audio copy. I plan to do a full review of the book in the coming weeks but for now I want to focus on one important element—forgiveness of the past.

    Recently I started thinking about the first twenty-five years of my life. In The Power of Now, we learn that to live in the future or the past is to suffer. The only way to exist in true harmony is to live in the now. After all, the past is not real, the future is not real. The past and the future only exist in our minds. The only thing that is truly and completely real, is the now.

    The challenge with this, however, is that until we can accept, understand, and move on from the conditioning of the past, we can not experience true freedom. And in order to truly accomplish this, we must experience true forgiveness of the past—forgiving others & ourselves completely.

    As I reflected upon these truths, I realized that I have been holding on to a tremendous amount of pain from my own personal history. There is so much past that continues to haunt me and impact me in the now. One of the greatest sources of pain revolves around my former lifestyle.

    I spent so much of my life caught up in a false sense of self. I spent incredible amounts of money on material possessions that I now perceive as worthless (clothes, jewelry, useless electronics, etc.) For some reason, I fell into the marketing. I bought it—all of it. (You can read more about my journey into financial prison and my subsequent journey out in previous posts.)

    But that’s not really the point, the point is that I ended up here. I can sit around and feel sorry for myself, angry that so much of my life was wasted, frustrated that I’ve only paid off a fraction (albeit a substantial fraction) of my debts so far; but if I did all of that where would it get me? It wouldn’t get me anywhere except maybe on a private jet to my own personal pity party. No thank you.

    Instead of wallowing, I am grateful. Grateful that I have come this far. Grateful that I’ have learned these lessons and changed the direction of my life by the age of 25 (soon-to-be 26). Grateful to be surrounded by a community of people that support me and believe in me. Grateful to have discovered my life’s true purpose and passion. Grateful to be doing what I love (even if only part of the time). Grateful to be safe, secure, healthy, strong, and beautiful.

    As I move through these emotions of gratitude for what I have now and what I am now, I find that the pain of my history slips away. I believe that I am finally on a path toward true forgiveness of the past. The reality is that it happened. I made mistakes, like all fallible human beings do. However, without making those mistakes, I may never have come to this place, to this now.

    The past grants us wisdom & grace. The memories that haunt us the most, are usually the memories that taught us the greatest lessons. Forgiveness will come from acceptance. So, the trick to true forgiveness is true acceptance. Once we can accept our past unconditionally, we can live fully in the now.

    I am making my way on this journey slowly. For most of my life, I focused almost entirely on the past—heart breaks, mistakes, errors in judgment, loss, failures, and so on—but that was a tragic mistake. What I now know is that the past is gone, the only thing that matters is now. And likewise, the future is a distant place that exists only in my mind. The only thing that matters is right now.

    Transforming the way that I think has been a challenging process, but I have come a tremendous distance already and I will keep on pushing forward, always.

    Now I ask you, reader, what pieces of your past are you holding on to? Are you willing to accept those pieces unconditionally so that you may truly forgive and live in harmony & light? Will you join me on this journey?

11 Comments

    1. @ JR – Thank you so much! Yes, it was an amazing trip. I had an incredible time–dream come true. Stay tuned, there is a lot more to come. 🙂

      Have a great weekend.

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