Today’s prompt at 31 Days of SoulStrolling is laughter. My friend, co-conspirator and author Kayce S. Hughlett uncovered this quote by Anne Lamott, “Laughter is carbonated holiness.” Oh how I love this. It makes my heart sing. It reminded me of one of my experiences with laughter and art. My husband and I were strolling the grounds in the…
Category: Soul Strolling
What does delicious spark in your soul?
Delicious. Slow the word down. Enunciate. Speak it – quietly, then at full volume. What does it evoke in your soul? My initial response – meals: glorious, tasty, tantalizing plates that arouse my taste buds, tingle my senses and satiate my belly. I’m fortunate to have enjoyed many such a meal: at home, abroad, with…
Inhale and Inhabit
A prompt, a word, it’s a curious thing where they might lead when you pay attention. I’m participating in 31 Days of SoulStrolling and today’s prompt is – inhale. My mind went on a meandering journey when I first read the prompt. My first association to the word was about the use of drugs. “Oh, I tried…
Hope
You welcomed me in like a new book, flipping the pages from left to right and back again. Inhaling deeply, your brilliant orange globe burst through the overhanging grey and pierced my heart with hope. Purple perforated white – landscape painting before my eyes. A moment of noticing, magic.
5 Weeks in France, Part 4 – The Flowers of Paris
My heart hurts and tears drop from my eyes as I remember the attacks in Paris. I know much is being written, shared, posted. I don’t live in Paris. I’m not French. I live in Seattle, but my heart and years of memories reside there. I’m Canadian/American and a ‘tourist’ when I visit. My spirit…
5 weeks in France Part 3 – My Heart Hurts
My heart hurts, so I write – to process my feelings, to grieve, mourn….. I go to words and images, to find my voice. Not so much to search for meaning, for that feels vague. I write to uncover my soul, to dare to go deep into anger, sadness, shock. I write because yesterday’s violence…
5 weeks in France, Part 2 – Patterns Below my Feet
5 weeks in France, Part 2 – Patterns Below my Feet I have this thing with floors. Actually, I have this thing with what’s below my feet. I’ve noticed this for a long time. It’s not a new thing. I find myself wearing shoes/soles that reflect my soul. “Travel by foot. There is so much…
5 Weeks in France, Part 1 – Reflection
Did you know there are wide wooden chairs on the Seine in Paris? Along the left bank, in a lovely hidden spot, floating on barges, just begging for a soul to lounge. I simply could not refuse the invitation. Gazing out over the Seine, inhaling and exhaling, thrilled in my heart to be in Paris….
Italy, Adventure and SoulStrolling™
Rosalba, Alessandro, Raymondo, Christina, Julia, Masilliammo, are just a few of the wonderful people I met during our family adventure in Italy. We soulstrolled our way from Florence to Positano, staying in airbnb villas in Mercatale Valdarno and Positano. We wandered by foot, traveled by train, drove through winding Tuscan hills and sunflower covered fields…
Beethoven, Seals and Water
Glistening speckled grey, brown and white heads popped up on the water’s calm surface. Black shining eyes gazed intently, long wet whiskers curiously twitching, as Beethoven’s fifth symphony floated across the water. It was the summer of 1973 and I was on my grandparents boat, The Framac, in Desolation Sound, British Columbia. The heat of…
Light and Shadow
Lingering, listening inward. Generously giving holistic hearth health, tranquil together. Soul simplifying silence. Heartfelt hunger aligns. Diving deep, dancing, open wide.
Laryngitis in Paris – on losing and finding my voice.
“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” Yogi Berra What happens when the fork in the road is not of your choosing? What happens when you’re co-leading SoulStrolling à Paris and lose your voice for 4 days? The following quote, from “For the Traveler” by John O’Donahue, takes on a deeper,…
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