Lunch on the water, Reality at school

I have always said I need water. Something about it soothes, comforts, heals.

And I've long wondered what magic homeopathic powders they mix with the Pour Tous cookies.

So, combine a houseboat in Paris with Aurovilian hospitality, and naturally all of my burdens faded.

I had lunch with one of those incredible and natural healers. Without knowing it, she revitalizes the life and love within. When she knows it, you enjoy the perks of massage or watsu.

She too left the magic of Tamil Nadu for Paris within the past week. She too has the gold of Indian sun still lingering in her skin and in her curls. She too is suffering and cherishing the same transitional emotions. But she's doing it better.

Maybe it's her line of work, her greater years of experience, or the houseboat instead of my messy apartment. Doesn't matter. She shared her magic with me and by the end of the afternoon, it was time to face the music and dance. I was off to AUP.

What an adventure. I'm glad I quit. It's nice to know my official marks, it was funny to see familiar faces, it was comforting to receive advice from old mentors.

Slowly, surely, it's feeling like Paris again.