Majority of my blog posts from
2013 – 2015 are about meditation and personal growth work. These days, my
morning routine consists of 10 – 15 min of working out on a small size
trampoline (the exercises are the same as my Chinese meditation teacher had
taught, although because of my teenage car accident injury I now need to be
more careful with my hips so I’m using a bouncy and soft surface to jump around
on), and 10 – 15 min meditation. Today’s post is about a different type of
’’meditation’’, it is my reflection on the book I’ve recently read on my daily
train journeys. Since I’ve moved to zone 6 in London almost two years ago, I
read books daily as my commute companions so I will post my comments about them
probably pretty often.
Now if anyone finds this post but
is looking for meditation support please start reading this blog from the
beginning, or if you need more instructions do let me know if the comments
below.
Lunch in Paris
If you’ve read any of my previous
posts you know I have an affection towards French language and culture. There
is something in this flirty language that immediately makes me smile although that
might have also been a result of being very susceptive to the marketing of
anything French as exciting and super sexy. These days, I try to read books that
expand my mind from authors like Yuval Harari or Yanis Varoufakis, but for a
change and brain relaxation I found the ’’Lunch in Paris – Love story with
recipes’’ from Elizabeth Bard in my ’’bought but not yet opened’’ books boxes. There are a few boxes I'm afraid, my appetite for reading exceeds my reading speed for quite a bit.
I thought the book will be easy, cheesy, flirty, but I was very pleasantly surprised. The American author Elizabeth Bard has shared quite intimately about how she actually really felt once she moved to Paris, to her gorgeous French lover (I googled and found his pic on the net - can't help my nosiness), but with no work visa for at least the first year and no previous friends. She loved to lose herself on the market and shops of her local neighbourhood and she obviously has a big passion for cooking (recipes look very yummy, I haven't tried them as my partner mostly cooks these days, but if I was into cooking I would :). First year she spent most days alone (he was full time employed), so she had time to think about her life, and about what makes her really happy and fulfilled. This search gave the book the depth I haven't expected and it made it an even more enjoyable read.
Recommended to anyone who wants to lose herself a bit on the streets of Parisian markets, loves cooking and romance.
