Francophile

I have been asked twice in one week what led me to become a francophile. I had to think about it, and then I remembered!

1958

It was all because of the film GiGi! and, I have never looked back.

I have lived my life as if it was a movie musical, convinced this is how one is led to a happy ending.

I thought whomever I married would join me in singing and dancing our way through the years…I wasn’t entirely wrong about that, except my husband was tone deaf and could not dance without a crib (cheat) sheet filled with notes about which step to take next! Have you ever dance with someone who needs to refer to his notes? 

When my husband was ill and could no longer ‘dance’, I would dance around him. I shoved all the furniture to one side of the kitchen and he sat on a chair. I turned the Rock-N-Roll up to 10 on the volume dial, and I would swig champagne and he would sip Scotch and I would dance until I was breathless from laughing and teasing him.

I believe drinking champagne makes life bearable, and I’m quite certain I came to that opinion early because of 

I am a Francophile with a heart filled with romantic illusion. I see the world through rose colored lenses, and I shall NOT be convinced otherwise.

If you think I have not had experiences that should have convinced me otherwise, you would be mistaken.

As with most lives, if one is living, challenges are inevitable. But, I refuse to be leveled by them. I am convinced that Defying Gravity is an absolute LIFE SKILL!

Along with a good sense of humor….without humor and living life with imagination…all would be doomed, so I plan to continue LIVING OUT LOUD.

“If you ask me what I came into this world to do; I will tell you. I came to live out loud.” Emile Zola

The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

MCL

 

 

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3 Responses to Francophile

  1. Mary Lou Caramella says:

    Delightful, full of thought.
    Thank you.

  2. mary caramella says:

    Nice. I really don’t know how to answer, except to do as well as I am able these days. MLC

    On Mon, Feb 4, 2019, 10:39 AM MaryCatherineLunsford’s Blog marycatherinelunsford posted: ” I have been asked twice in one week what > led me to become a francophile. I had to think about it, and then I > remembered! 1958 It was all because of the film GiGi! and, I have never > looked back. I have lived life as if it was a movie musical, ” >

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