First, say ‘yes’ to soul strolling. Carry your soul tenderly. When necessary, and often, ask for hugs. Breathe deeply, relishing the pause. Slow down and listen in the stillness. Embrace the night as a dear friend. Walk with intention, holding loosely your expectations. Savor the ordinary. Laugh often. Eat well. Kick up your heels and…
Category: Travel
Welcoming 2015 and My Word for the Year
The first week of 2015 felt like a rushing wind: full of activities, calendaring surprises, creative bursts and gusts, and a flurry of activity. In the midst of this, I have been attempting to contemplate what ‘word’ might choose me for 2015. I liked my word, water, so much for 2014 that I was reluctant…
Land of Eire
Passing through portals I am met by six legged creatures and my father’s voice whispers on the wind, ‘No wonder you’ve always loved mystery.’ Ancient ancestors from the Heaney clan call my name as their…
Thresholds and portals and wild edges, oh my!
Passing through portals I am met by six legged creatures, and my father’s voice whispers to me through the wind, ‘No wonder you’ve always loved mystery.’ Ancient ancestors call my name and their songs are heard through the rushing wind, pelting rain, flowing river and pulsing air. ‘Welcome home,’ they cry. I’ve returned from my…
Packing and preparing for soul strolling in Ireland
I’m in the midst of attempting to pack and prepare for my upcoming soul strolling adventure in Galway, Ireland. I’m both excited and nervous at the same time. I’m going to be traveling with some wonderful fellow pilgrims, some of whom I know and others who I am yet to meet. My friends Christine and…
Soul biking in Paris
Yesterday I was able to take my soul for a biking day in Paris. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do for quite sometime and after a very helpful chat with a customer service rep at Velib, I was able to follow my desire and enjoy the adventure. From quiet, wind blowing through my hair,…
‘ The universe knows, be like water’ – going with the flow in Paris
What is water? Element, sustenance, changing, flowing, moving, stagnant, still, stormy… That’s what today has been like for me in Paris. Granted, in the big scheme of things, I’m in Paris! I’m here on my own for a few days before my husband joins me on route home from India. My intention has been to…
Change and ‘taking my soul for a stroll’
I’ve been angsty, irritable, happy, sad, excited and a whole range of emotions in between. My Dad’s voice echoes in my mind, “ShaSha, are you feeling fair to midland?” Yes, is my resounding internal reply. I had one of those ‘aha’ moments in the midst of my morning household cleaning, laundering, tidying up phase today:…
Stories from my childhood – Travel
For as long as I can recall I have loved, longed, and yearned for travel. It’s a funny thing this desire to journey near or far, experience different cultures, listen to other languages, taste different cuisine and explore. I am thankful and fortunate to have been raised by parents who also enjoyed adventuring out from…
Stories from my childhood – Compassion
Do you have those days, even weeks, where life just doesn’t quite go as planned? For me, it’s been one of those weeks. My previous post was written while on family holiday at Lake Chelan in Eastern WA. We had a frolicking, laughing, lounging time as a family with a few other friends in the…
Stories from my Childhood – Water
For the past five years, as the New Years begins, I’ve chosen a word for the year, or sometimes rather, let it choose me – to stroll with, ponder, and reflect upon. This year my word is water. At first, I wasn’t too thrilled with this word. Wasn’t sure about it. What was I going…
Urban Paris Pilgrimage: Where sole greets soul….
I’ve been absent from writing for a few months. Yet, here I am, showing up to the page, letting you lovely readers know that there is one spot remaining for our Urban Paris Pilgrimage: where sole greets soul, May 2 – 9, 2015. Why I’ve been absent from the page is a long list of…
Sharon Richards 