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Purpose and Potential in Paris

11/29/2016

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I could feel the change happening before I left for Paris in the summer of 2015—even before I sat in the preparatory classes on BYU campus.  In fact, I felt the shift while working on my online grammar class that spring, as my own school year was winding down and decisions were being made for curriculum in the fall. 
 
Being a pilot’s daughter, I assumed it was the anticipation of traveling that explained the butterflies my stomach. 
 
But when I arrived in Paris, I felt a seismic tremor, reverberating in my life.  I reverted to my twenties, when I had last studied abroad, drinking in the city, the history, the art, and the people again.  I felt the return to my educational roots, my primal alignment with the universe, my personal purpose.  Paris had been a turning point in my young life.  And now, it seemed to be so again.
I walked the same cobblestone streets, but I had evolved.  I was the same wide-eyed student, but also different.  I had become a grown-up, a wife, a mother, a teacher.  And I slowly realized it wasn’t a calling to teach that had found me in Paris, but a calling to be myself.  That call was to be inspired, and to move others to be inspired, by art and history and culture and travel and beauty and truth.  I was feeling it again. 
 
I soaked it up as I roamed the Marais, ate falafel, and photographed the Hotel de Sens and the walls of Phillippe Augustus.  I immersed myself in it when I sat on a green bench in the Luxembourg Gardens, eating a mille-feuille and watching the men play boules.  I was drenched in it as I strolled through the Cluny Museum and sat on a stone terrace in the Arènes de Lutèce, bathing in the history and architecture.  I was showered with sacred awe as I revisited Notre Dame and Sainte-Chappelle, with their inspiring windows and architecture, on the Ile de la Cite. 
 
I’m not able to put into words all the ways I was tried—physically, spiritually, emotionally—while I was away for the month.  In fact, my companions also had times of trial and challenges.  But after an initial period of shock and complaint at each situation, I tried my best to forge ahead.  And we all tried to make it easier for each other. 
 
Wandering the green battlefields of Verdun, the medieval streets of Strasbourg, Victor Hugo’s apartment in the Place des Vosges, the alleys of Montmartre, and streets of the Seizième, filled me with a sense of history and culture that fueled my passion and creativity. 
 
Just standing in the Cathedral at Reims, where Clovis was baptized and Joan watched Charles being crowned, moved me, as I contemplated the centuries of worship that had taken place on that spot. 
 
Sitting at a sidewalk café, eating mousse au chocolat in the Latin Quarter, or trying sausage and choucroute in a tiny restaurant in Kaysersberg, or schnitzel at a table by the river in Breisach, filled me with gratitude for the diversity and tenacity of culture. 
 
Rambling through Saint Denis, the resting place for much of the royalty of France, turned me pensive and invited me to contemplate my own contribution and mortality. 
 
My cultural awareness began in Paris many years ago and was continuing to evolve here again.  However, I have since realized it wasn’t Paris itself, but the beauty and truth that culture, travel, and history represent to me, that was speaking to my soul.  Beauty and truth are the essential part of me, the foundation of my life and my life’s purpose.
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Life's Transitions

11/7/2016

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Women have a tendency to take on many roles throughout their lives.  I am no exception.  I have been a daughter, child, first-born, friend, student, wife, mother, activist, home school mom, teacher, leader, writer, photographer, entrepreneur, mentor, caregiver, and more.  Yet, suddenly, I find myself drifting, in search of a new role--one that will fulfill me in this part of my life.
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I didn't ever think I was a woman who defined herself by her children.  I was ambivalent about having children in the first place, since I was the first of five, and was given a lot of responsibility at home growing up.  When babies did arrive, I loved them more than I imagined.  And I tried to do whatever I could to help them learn and grow healthy and strong in body and mind.  Besides choosing to home school them, I also earned my MA and worked as a teacher for several years to help provide post-secondary education, which is a story for another day.  I taught in many different settings--home, charter, private, elementary, junior high, high school, and university.  I even co-founded a private school. 

Now my children are self-sufficient, and I am rethinking my life.  I thought of myself as an educator.  I was a teacher and mentor, in one way or another, for over twenty years.  But last spring, I walked away from all of that.  I had experienced a few traumatic years, physically and emotionally, and I felt I needed time to heal and refresh myself.  I fully intended to return to education.  In fact, my plans were to finish a set of curriculum books, do workshops and classes, and build my own mentoring business. 

And then, I couldn't do it.  I tried all summer to edit the first book, which has been close to publication for three years.  I couldn't focus for longer than an hour or so at a time.  I wanted to write other things--novels, poetry, travel articles, family history.  Forcing myself didn't work, even for these "fun" projects. 

I read and thought and slept and "wasted time."  My spirit was drained and my soul was exhausted.  I tried to go to my core books, to exercise, to eat properly, but all I wanted to do was "rest." 

At first, I wasn't worried.  My enthusiasm for life and love of learning would return.  But it didn't. 

Finally, after a few months, I did worry.  I tried to remember the last time I was happy.  I wondered who I really was.  Many of my roles didn't fit very well any more.  I hired a friend, a health and nutrition coach, to help me out of my funk.  Even though I was paying her, I didn't want to do everything she told me to.  I wanted more of a say in my own life, which seemed to be a theme coming up in lots of areas.

We have learned to compromise with each other.  The mental and physical healing is coming.  I am now searching my heart for my true self.  For my true self now.  In this moment. 

I registered for an adult ballet class.  And I have a photography mentor.  I enjoyed a healing vacation with my husband--and another with my son.  I signed up for NaNoWriMo.  And I am cleaning out my house--each room and closet.  I still have days I don't do what I think I want to do.  But I am learning to ask myself why.  I am starting to listen to my mind, my heart, and my body. 

Stay tuned for more on my journey of discovery. 
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    Bonjour!  I'm Bonnie.  I love learning, travel, reading, writing, photography, and all things French.  I'm especially passionate about Cultural education, Agency education, and using history as the hook for all learning.  Photo creds are also mine, unless otherwise noted. 

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