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In Paris, like everywhere else, it is the season for new beginnings, and I am claiming them. I am wrapping myself in 2011 as if it were a flowing velvet cape. I imagine it a deep and dusky blue with a lining of vivid chartreuse. That image is what I hope my coming year will be--cut with a creative edge--luxuriant and liberal, a blast of abundant color, and flowing tiers of success.
One lesson that comes over and over again is to love ourselves. That is the key to open our doors, and though practicing it is harder than it might seem, I believe in it. Love is the answer. Love is success. Love completes us--and then expands our lives and enriches others we touch. Love is God, and God is love. Love is the energy that lifts us up whether one calls it God or not.
Paris is a city of love, and in the recent snow that carpeted the tiny rues and big boulevards, love still shined its light.