It is only with one’s heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye. Said by the fox in The Little Prince by Antoine De Saint-Exupery
I missed last week because we were in Tolouse visiting some friends. Their daughter was in a dance gala based on The Little Prince. She was lovely. Mike and I had never heard of the book and were intrigued by the story. There were volcanoes, tiny planets where you could watch sunets, one after the other. A king and a business man who were very definitely missing the point of life and a rose. It’s a book that suggests that grown-ups forget the right questions to ask, that we too often miss the point of life. We are both now reading the book, so that with hindsight we are beginning to see how clever the gala was. In amongst the beautifully coreographed dances, I confess the highlight for me, was when a gaggle of tiny girls danced onto the stage in sparkly white tutus. So sweet. They did dance for the most part, but there were quite a few contre temps when someone or other wasn’t in the right place or had forgotten what to do next. It was brilliant and beautiful and hysterically ironic. They did not notice or care that they were being observed by a full theatre. Oh such drama, such delightful entertainment, so many parents with their heads in their hands.
The previous day we were battling with 40 degrees and were between accommodation. I was quite worried, being a fair skinned Celt, but Genius husband took us to Moissac Abbey and cloister. For a blissful couple of hours I sat in the relative cool and talked to God. It definitely felt like the right place. A moment of depth and grace, because sometimes what is essential is invisible to the eye!
