Listen

Listen, Before the day in all its sunlit energy bursts through the shuttered windows. Listen, As the hummingbirds, sparrows and robins converse about issues in the ‘hood.’ Listen, As the gentle morning breeze waltzes with the trees. Listen, As the red geraniums share their sensory delight, Grounding to the earth. Listen, To the melody of pine,…

When you go SoulStrolling in Venice, Italy

“SoulStroller (n.) A person who is present to life in all its intricate details, who listens to the voice of his or her heart and pays attention with all the senses…” Kayce Stevens Hughlett, SoulStroller: experiencing the weight, whispers and wings of the world. I believe, that if you desire to explore new places and…

Pink, A Poem

This poem found me today by way of walking to the grocery store, instead of driving, and through Mary Oliver’s poem: Humility “Poems arrive ready to begin. Poets are only the transportation.” She spoke to me of pink – The day unfurling like her, One petal at a time. Reminding me of candles On my…

Heron Wisdom

Balanced, Sentry like At the waters edge; Grounded, calm, still. Earth holds you Elegant wise bird Of the marshland. Watchful of opportunities, Regal wings graciously Frame your reed like body – Embracing power and air In flight. If I pause, and watch, Can I breathe in your qualities?

“These are a few of my favorite things…” Restaurants and Bistros: Paris, France

I’ve experienced many delicious meals in Paris over the past number of years: from restaurants and bistros, to boulangeries and cafés, in an assortment of arrondissements throughout the city. For my friends, family and fellow SoulStrollers, SoulStrolling, here’s a ‘few of my faves’ for your perusal, sampling and upcoming adventures. Frâiche – Thanks to my husband, Dave…

54 or 12? London, England, February 2018

Stepping off the Eurostar from Paris to London, my feet touch the pavement at St. Pancras International Station and I am home. I feel it in my bones. Ancestors breath pulsing through concrete flooring. My deceased Dad of 11 years whispering my name, “Sharon Anne, my wee ShaSha, we’ve more to discover.” It’s a paradox…

The Other Side Academy, Salt Lake City, Utah

“Practice the art of attention and listening.” Phil Cousineau Sometimes, I am the recipient of incredible opportunities. Visiting The Other Side Academy in Salt Lake City, Utah, is one of those. TOSA has an innovative and visionary approach to working with men and women “who have hit rock bottom…who now want to learn a better way…

Étretat, Arromanches-les-Bains, Anguerny: Normandy, France, October, 2017

“Étretat is becoming more and more amazing. Now is the real moment….” Claude Monet, February, 1883. My soulstrolling pal Kayce Hughlett prompted our weekend adventure from Paris to Normandy. Following her intuition, we found ourselves driving through the countryside from Trouville/Deauville to Étretat on a Friday evening in October. A mutual friend adores Étretat and recommended…

Suspending time: Paris, October 2017

“Y-a-t-il plus belle façon de suspendre le temps?” Is there a better way to suspend time? Oh how this phrase strikes a chord within. My heart’s been missing Paris. Alisha Wielfaert was in Paris recently and referred to the city as her “soul’s home.” This is true for me. For some, time feels suspended simply by…

Paris: Language School, L’Atelier 9, October 2017

“I’m following the thread. When you listen to your soul, pay attention, who knows where your ‘soles’ may lead.” This was a journal entry of mine from April 2015. I’ve been following the thread of my love for Paris since I first strolled her streets and stood atop the Eiffel Tower: summer, 1985. What a…