I love the smell of roses. They remind me of my grandmother and of love.
Today after a very satisfying breakfast croissant and black coffee Dan was dragged to see this other magnificent place where art is housed. We passed the army museum on the way and I noticed his slight disappointment as we continued on to the Musee Rodin.
During our visit I was reminded of how beautiful and complicate life can be. Sometimes like his sculptures we spend a lot of time perfecting a model in clay, we then move to another medium and many times we are never satisfied with the product of our efforts. We sometimes go as far as scrapping the whole thing.
Rodin was complicated and to me, his perfectionism and self criticism is something I identify with.
As we took a walk around the house where he lived surrounded by the many statues I was transported and could almost envision him working on multiple models as the soft breeze with the scent of the roses from the garden drifted inside the home.
I wish I could have actually watched him work. As he meticulously worked to recreate the intricacies of the human body. I also wished I was a part of the gathering when the likes of Monet were welcomes to his home.
As we continued the tour Dan reminded me how his mind unlike mine pays attention to things in very different ways. It is as if he is the left brain and I am the right brain of a whole. In some ways as a couple we do compliment each other so well.
This time is a good reminder that as husband and wife we are two parts of a whole and the sharing of these experiences will help us reconnect and strengthen the bonds we have. After all real everyday life has a way of testing our bonds and making us take for granted the great treasures of our life.
On a final note, I am convinced more than ever that roses are the most beautiful flowers. Their scent will always bring a smile to my face.
Now to begin the journey to Geneva. I am looking forward to the joy of my visit ahead.
NY RedRose 