• I found hope in Hope thanks to nature and my nieces.
  • Reminder: There is always light at the end of the tunnel(s).
  • Possibilities.
  • "After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains." Happy 200th birthday, Walt Whitman
  • Spring is always the most alive after the darkest and rainiest of winters. #hyggehouse
  • "There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." C. S. Lewis. Or, as the Secret Sisters sang, "Tomorrow will be kinder."
  • "It was here in Big Sur where I first learned to say amen." Henry Miller

Friday afternoon I decided to take a last-minute trip up the coast. Every time I've driven it, I've  always had some place to be and up against time.

But not this trip.

Friday I spent time in Santa Barbara and Paso Robles.

Saturday I spent time in Steinbeck country (of Mice and Men is one of my favourite books) and finally drove the G16 across to Carmel before heading up for a quick stop to see of my friends who I would literally drive 8hrs for only to spend 2 hours with.

Today I got up super early and got a super big coffee so I could drive down highway 1, through Big Sur and hopefully beat the crowds.

Henry Miller is the author of some of my other favourite books so as I drove though Big Sur I thought of him and Steinbeck and how they wrote about what they knew, what they loved, and what they questioned. I've had this idea in my head for a new project and community that I know will resonate and mean something but just unsure how to begin.

So I made sure today to stop when I wanted to. Linger when I needed. Drive wherever for however long.

And, after all the times driving through Big Sur, I finally stopped at a beach. I spent two hours here practically alone and just was.

People say it but there is something magic about Big Sur and today was the first time I felt it. I felt the shift, the inspiration, the hunger. And I felt wet sand between my toes. 
I'm ready.

  • Instagram Image
  • That time I wore 👖
  • Instagram Image
  • Last week I drove through the area of Malibu that was most hard hit from the fires. It was completely devastated only last December but now, life is blooming again in a way I've never seen it before. The scars are there and it will take 20yeara to get back to where it was but life is back. That's the amazing, heartbreaking and beautiful thing about life. #malibustrong #earthday


Everyday Hygge Wanderlust

Look for the magic

November 24, 2006
Four Seasons Hotel Paris

The other night at dinner, people were saying that everything seems so flat these days. They blame celebrity, reality shows, like that. But I think you have to wake up every morning looking to be astonished, and you will be. – Christian Lacroix

When I turned 30 I wanted to escape the generic “you’re 29 again?” party so I booked a trip to Paris. There, I had the best suite at the historic Four Seasons Henri V. That plus a meal with a friend would be my birthday treat – and it was.

But the magic actually came the day after my birthday when the maid came to turn down my room. Rather than remain in the room while she tidied, I headed downstairs to the lobby to wait with a friend. We were both tired but I was also slightly cranky and not feeling very well as the trip had caught up with me as had the February weather.

In the lobby was a small lounge where we thought perhaps we’d get a coffee to warm us up. But once seated in gold silk chairs next to women dripping in jewels and furs and near a piano man who looked like a pianoman (and who was so enjoying being a pianoman!), we felt the magic begin.

Saying no to the coffee but yes to soup for me, salad for for my friend and a plate of cheese to share, the magic became stronger and we became more and more astonished and wide eyed at everything around us.

It seemed as though were were the only ones in this beautiful lounge; waiters literally slipped in like a ballet to remove our plates and deliver us fresh water and remove plates without knowing. The pianoman would often wink over at us as if to say, “yes, get a little closer on the couch – this song is for you” and then we’d cosy up in the couch just a bit more. We’d lean back to look at the paintings, how the light reflected off the silk drapes and just how sophisticated the yellow and blue tones seemed.

We savoured our small plates of food then followed with coffee and a shared creme brulee. What was to be twenty minutes of pitiful waiting turned into five hours of one of the best nights of my life. I know I am not describing it well at all but that’s because it was magic – and how do you describe that?

The point though, is not that that night was a given. It was supposed to be a wait followed by going back up to bed. But we chose to do something different, something out of our comfort zone (paying $250 for that kind of meal is definitely out of my comfort zone!) and voila – magic.

I tend to live – perhaps too much – in my own world but this, I find, allows me to always look at things in a hopeful and new way. It allows me to see the world with a bit of magic in it. It allows me to see the best and I like that.

  • Reply
    LindaNo Gravatar
    December 10, 2006 at 7:54 AM

    I love the George V. I’ve never stayed there but I just love to walk in and look around. I had an incredibly expensive glass of ice tea there on one hot summer afternoon. Did you know that the florist that sets up all of those incredible vases of flowers is an American?

Leave a Reply