Friday, July 29, 2011

Paris in pictures

There was a whole lotta smokin' in Paris. But it's okay, because everyone walks everywhere.

There was a whole lotta eatin' in Paris. But it's okay, because everyone walks everywhere.

PIC 1: The best Steak & Frites ever. Period. PIC 2: The largest steak I have ever eaten in my life. I thought this was Europe!? Portion control people. PIC 3&4: Did I mention Julie gave us breakfasts to die for. The strawberries are as good as they look, pain au chocolat, fresh coffee...mmmmm. The French have got the breakfast thing going on. Well, they have all the various and sundry eating opportunities of the day going on, but the croissant has to be the crowning glory of French culinary invention. Aghast Foreigner: "Seriously, you're going to eat a pound of butter and some chocolate... for breakfast?" The French: "Oui."

Buildings and clouds. Paris, where even the mundane is beautiful.

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And finally, Jimmy Damage heckling the French.

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L'Arche in pictures

Friends and meals.

Picture 1: Jean preparing us coffee and tea. Picture 2: What just happened?

La Ferme, which means "The Farm." A collection of old farm buildings converted onto office space, a library, meeting rooms, accomodations for visitors, and the chapel.

The origianl house where Jean Vanier started L'Arche. A recent photo of mine and a close up of a very old photo on the wall inside the house. Can you find the site of the old photo in the new photo?

 

A few of Chris' photos. They're really good, so thought I'd share.

 

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Thursday, July 21, 2011

Trying to find words

It's difficult to put the time spent at L'Arche into words, so I'll half try. The other half of my attempt will be pictures. Here is a couple of pictures of the town to Trosly-Breuil and one of the chapel at La Ferme. The L'Arche community is scattered through out the town in a number of houses. La Ferme is a collection of old farm buildings now used by L'Arche as a retreat centre, an office, accomodations and a chapel. There is another "compound" called The Fountain that is another collection of multipurpose buildings. Apart from La Ferme and The Fountain, L'Arche is simply homes in the town in which disabled people and the assistants who care for them live.

 

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This is the baguette that brought me to tears. It was one of those "life is good" moments. We had strolled around the town the evening before, it's so quiet, peaceful and calming as well as rustic and beautiful. The French country side is anything but hicksville, it is soothing oil poured over any troubled heart. The next morning we went into one of La Ferme's ivy clad stone buildings to partake of breakfast. The building looks like the kind of thing a North American building would try to imitate for effect, except this one just "is." Not only that, it effortlessly just "is." Upon entering, in the corner of the foyer was a large brown paper bag with about 20 baguettes. Even the bread delivery is a thing of beauty. Breakfast was fresh brewed coffee and milk in a bowl and a baguette with jam, which you see pictured above. The sun was shining, birds were singing, we were in France, we were at L'Arche, we were calmed and soothed, we were enfolded in hospitality and here was this simple perfect bread that was good beyond words. It was a tip of the tounge taste of just how good a restored world will be, and so breakfast was accompanied by a tear.

 

 

Lastly, here's a few pictures of Jean Vanier. While walking about Trosly-Breuil on that first evening we chanced upon Jean Vanier out for a walk. It was… mystical? There's one of him in his study where he writes and works, that's where we interviewed him. I can't wait to see the footage to watch it over and over again. It's always speacial talking to people who've had an impact on our lives, but this different somehow. As Travis said, "I think I'm going to be a better human being for being here." And it wasn't an exaggeration, it felt that way for all of us. Afterwards Jean graciously let us take some pictures and then bid each of us goodbye with a customary kiss on each cheek.

 

More to come as I go through more pictures. *BTW, I couldn't take pictures with Hipstamatic so these are all hand photoshopped hipstamaticatized.

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Thursday, July 14, 2011

Prayer can be a defense mechanism...

...which we use to shield ourselves, avoid pain and miss actually encountering Jesus. Sounds like dangerous words, and I guess they are, but hearing them come from Jean Vanier while sitting in his study gives them compelling credibility. Of course I haven't done his words justice, so look for the videos on The Work Of The People coming soon. We've been watching a few clips and they're all amazing words from an amazing man. I was there and I already want re watch it all and drink it all in again. Not idol worshiping here, it's just that the warm embrace of L'Arche, which we had been bathing for the last few days, gives him an awful lot of credibility. The "proof" of what he says is still warm on our skin.

There's so much more to tell. But we're into the wee hours here. Long day. I'm sending this out from Julie Edgely's tres chic apartment where Travis and I are crashing for the next couple of days. Finished filming in Trosly-Breuil this afternoon, hopped on a train, arrived in Paris, grabbed the best steak & frites I've ever had and now my body is ceasing to function. 

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Saturday, July 09, 2011

Your room and a dinner

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Getting ready for the trip to Trosly-Breuil and the L'Arche community to spend some time with Jean Vanier. One of the emails contained with sentence: "You have to come at 23 rue d'Orléans Trosly-Breuil. You will find there your room and a dinner." I don't know why, but I suddenly felt like a hobbit on an adventure. " Your room and a dinner" evoked orange-y warm images of lights in cottage windows, of rudimentary and hearty comforts after a days travel. I'm thinking I may have some naive sentimentalities to shed, on the other hand, wouldn't it be great if the place was as welcoming and transforming as my imagination is making it?

The picture above is of Pierrefonds lake, not far from Trosly-Breuil. So far so good.

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Thursday, July 07, 2011

Becoming Human

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I'll be in Trosly-Breuil, France next week with Travis hanging out and filming at the L'Arche community. Sort of giddy about meeting Jean Vanier. Any burning questions to throw his way?

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