Look inside this bag and you will find Lotoise magic. When Odile laid the bag on the table on Saturday, I knew what was inside. And of course, it was from Isabelle Roux's Boulangerie-Patisserie a tad bit down the road from their home.
I don't know how many times I've sat at the Lagarrigue table and watched Odile cross and cut that huge loaf of bread. Saturday, we were alone and chatting. This time when she crossed the underside of the loaf with her knife, I had the chance to ask about it. Holding the loaf in her arm, she crossed it again, smiled, and said it's to thank God for our bread today.
There it is again...the gratefulness, the simple things, and a reverence to the universal and supreme flow in our lives that is bigger than all of us.
Just this morning, I'd written an email to all the family back in the states. Both Mom and Dad have been in and out of the hospital since I've been in France. They are both now in rehab at Hidden Lake before they can go back to their Assisted Living Apartment in the same location. I closed by saying that: "I'm crossing everything I own, that they will stabilize during the time Tom is there."
My morning "crossings" were in hope, a special request, wishing to stir the power of the universe. This is very different for me. When I'm in the Lot, I am usually sharing in the gratefulness of Odile at many levels. I still do, but on this trip the challenges of the states are sandwiched in between all that grateful. Being grateful is important, but sometimes knowing when to ask for help can be even more so!
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