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…

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,…

Letting Go – Fall Trees

Letting Go – Fall Trees I wonder how you feel when your leaves change color and fall to the ground. Do you feel exposed, as you let go of that which has nourished, fed and clothed you through the seasons? I wonder, what if I  lean into the changing seasons and let go like you?…

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:…