This summer, I went home.
Not just to France, but to a slower version of myself.
We spent a few weeks in the south of France, surrounded by family, friends, beautiful landscapes, long meals, and the kind of heat that makes you surrender your plans and simply… slow down.
There were days at the beach, swims in the sea, and refreshing rivers, walks through beautiful natural places, and afternoons when the best plan was no plan at all.
And, of course, there was food.
Meals around tables with people we love. Fresh fruit, vegetables, bread, cheese, simple dishes shared slowly. Aperitifs that stretched into dinner. Conversations that didn’t need to be rushed because there was nowhere else we needed to be.
It reminded me how deeply nourishment is connected to time and connection.
We often talk about healthy eating as what we put on our plates. But this summer reminded me that nourishment is also about how we eat, who we eat with, and whether we actually have time to enjoy it.
France was hot this summer. Really hot.
And while there were moments when the heat was uncomfortable, it also forced us to move differently.
We got up earlier. We rested in the afternoon. We spent more time in the water. We stopped trying to fit everything into the day.
The heat reminded me of something I think we often forget: our bodies have their own rhythms.
Nature doesn’t hurry.
Neither do our bodies.
And sometimes slowing down isn’t something we choose. Sometimes it’s something we are invited into.
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