Intuition is my most reliable compass.
Sometimes you look back or you think about the near future and you want to recall. Steps, moments, images. Words mostly feelings : hilarious; naive; intense; overwhelming.. in this order... I don't know yet.
So many years outside the country where I was born and lived three decennia. Expatriated, expat, semi-expat since a while now. What's in the name: local; import; schools; children; birth; changing; nomads; gypsies; spoiled; stranger; roots; home country; occupation?
I am baking today, all is about cake. That works for me. It feels as my intuition, my love for my daughters, my youngest memories, the allergies of my eldest daughter, entertaining friends and family all fits within that one word: bake. It ultimately makes me always incredible happy. Feeding others, sitting around a table, having food and sharing conversation; making time for the other.
I feel making food is like a mix of memories, is about shared dishes, cultures gatherings, souvenirs with ex-pats, getting together with locals, it's about making friends. New people via via... networks and it's about what do you do? Preparing food is taking time while moving around boxes and reinventing my life. Picking up your luggage is packing up your entire life not knowing when you will need to pack again nor where you travel to.
Live, go, start over again. Any adventure is uncertain. Qualified competences. Think and get out: follow means get social active, social circles, have and find many friends through: skype; twitter;
Instagram; sms and snapchat. Splashing words, sentences, images all over the paper which break down into pieces of a puzzle. Puzzle about arrival, leave, settle, integrate, unpack, human investment. Empathy or selfishness? Perfection or intuition? Parent or professional? Can it be all at once?
What do you do? Where are you from? Which language do the children speak? What language do you speak with your children at home? How many times was I asked and did I ask others?
What I feel when i look back, when I recall the different places in a split of a second there is a stream of words, images and impressions. Meaningful to me: countries cultures attitude and rituals education systems and families faculty and parents culture clash hilarious meaningful exchange in Cassis turning 7 years old meant: being reasonable... get rid of your toys, now you are a grown-up: maintenant tu es un grande... now in London it is the same, for all those other 7 years old delighted we got to know the american way of teaching pupils too there is no winner there are systems and there are pro and con.. pictures, letters,recipes, flavors, locations, the houses, the gardens and the rituals. 'We had the ever best birthdays ever..' used my allergy girl to say.
The baking the idea of champagne and cake when I turned 39 a little shock for the French friends in Cassis intuition following my heart what do I do i try to order my thoughts and find an order a algorithm to understand the almost two last decennia i want to get the picture what did I do? what did we do? where did we go and what did we learn? where are we now? it sounds like lines of a child children atelier in Cassis Education and teacher training in Lausanne artists and musicians in Beijing and prior in Amsterdam dancers and educators in Marseilles patisserie and chefs in London What did I do to turn around but never looked back What did I do, do I regret? PTA and board in Rabat, orphanage and Rotary listening may be while cooking and baking seems to picture some of the story to tell and there all the pictures, likes flashes on my mind and the book, about S, which is yet still a work in process, we will write together, finally that is what we do... when she is done with exams.
Children are the key, your life is their playground. All things start at school. That is what it is for me and for my third culture kids. It's where al those different roles you play ever the game.
My intuition hence is my compass. In my kitchen at home in London and when I set the table for my mother's birthday every year, mid august at the terrace at the family house in Balazuc.
What do I do that I get distracted all the time Baking, writing, listening, taking care, photography, images all along two decennia almost In the end the question: what can I do? What did you do? What do you do? red tape.... but definitely, actually it is going to help me to come with some stories and insides in my life, our life, the good life, eclectic , colorful and cosmopolitan the silver line many places more experiences lived
Sometimes you look back or you think about the near future and you want to recall. Steps, moments, images. Words mostly feelings : hilarious; naive; intense; overwhelming.. in this order... I don't know yet.
So many years outside the country where I was born and lived three decennia. Expatriated, expat, semi-expat since a while now. What's in the name: local; import; schools; children; birth; changing; nomads; gypsies; spoiled; stranger; roots; home country; occupation?
I am baking today, all is about cake. That works for me. It feels as my intuition, my love for my daughters, my youngest memories, the allergies of my eldest daughter, entertaining friends and family all fits within that one word: bake. It ultimately makes me always incredible happy. Feeding others, sitting around a table, having food and sharing conversation; making time for the other.
I feel making food is like a mix of memories, is about shared dishes, cultures gatherings, souvenirs with ex-pats, getting together with locals, it's about making friends. New people via via... networks and it's about what do you do? Preparing food is taking time while moving around boxes and reinventing my life. Picking up your luggage is packing up your entire life not knowing when you will need to pack again nor where you travel to.
Live, go, start over again. Any adventure is uncertain. Qualified competences. Think and get out: follow means get social active, social circles, have and find many friends through: skype; twitter;
Instagram; sms and snapchat. Splashing words, sentences, images all over the paper which break down into pieces of a puzzle. Puzzle about arrival, leave, settle, integrate, unpack, human investment. Empathy or selfishness? Perfection or intuition? Parent or professional? Can it be all at once?
What do you do? Where are you from? Which language do the children speak? What language do you speak with your children at home? How many times was I asked and did I ask others?
What I feel when i look back, when I recall the different places in a split of a second there is a stream of words, images and impressions. Meaningful to me: countries cultures attitude and rituals education systems and families faculty and parents culture clash hilarious meaningful exchange in Cassis turning 7 years old meant: being reasonable... get rid of your toys, now you are a grown-up: maintenant tu es un grande... now in London it is the same, for all those other 7 years old delighted we got to know the american way of teaching pupils too there is no winner there are systems and there are pro and con.. pictures, letters,recipes, flavors, locations, the houses, the gardens and the rituals. 'We had the ever best birthdays ever..' used my allergy girl to say.
The baking the idea of champagne and cake when I turned 39 a little shock for the French friends in Cassis intuition following my heart what do I do i try to order my thoughts and find an order a algorithm to understand the almost two last decennia i want to get the picture what did I do? what did we do? where did we go and what did we learn? where are we now? it sounds like lines of a child children atelier in Cassis Education and teacher training in Lausanne artists and musicians in Beijing and prior in Amsterdam dancers and educators in Marseilles patisserie and chefs in London What did I do to turn around but never looked back What did I do, do I regret? PTA and board in Rabat, orphanage and Rotary listening may be while cooking and baking seems to picture some of the story to tell and there all the pictures, likes flashes on my mind and the book, about S, which is yet still a work in process, we will write together, finally that is what we do... when she is done with exams.
Children are the key, your life is their playground. All things start at school. That is what it is for me and for my third culture kids. It's where al those different roles you play ever the game.
My intuition hence is my compass. In my kitchen at home in London and when I set the table for my mother's birthday every year, mid august at the terrace at the family house in Balazuc.
What do I do that I get distracted all the time Baking, writing, listening, taking care, photography, images all along two decennia almost In the end the question: what can I do? What did you do? What do you do? red tape.... but definitely, actually it is going to help me to come with some stories and insides in my life, our life, the good life, eclectic , colorful and cosmopolitan the silver line many places more experiences lived
