Welcome. Once upon a time, a butterfly settled on my lips and a golden beetle perched on my nose. if one can imagine such things. My poetry chapbook is live!!! if one can imagine such things My creative process flows from practicing the art of SoulStrolling® – mindfulness in motion. At home and abroad I…
Tag: travel
Mother/Daughter Adventures: Barcelona, Spain, May 2017
“Everyone agreed to this, and that was how the adventure began.” C.S. Lewis “Fancy a SoulStrolling journey with me?” I asked my eldest 25 year old daughter about 7 months ago. “Absolutely,” was her reply. Spain was her request: Barcelona, our first destination. I adore travel (not so much the jet-lag) the planning, packing, wandering, exploring,…
A Day in Reims, France – Part Two
“We can continually recall beauty through the practice of memory, through daily acts of imagination that seize the moments that once seized our hearts.” Phil Cousineau, The Art of Pilgrimage. With stomachs rumbling and lunch calling we wove our way through the streets of Reims to Anna S. la table amoureuse. Lavender hued walls with golden…
A day in Reims, France – Part One
Oprah Winfrey uses the word, “marvelism” and Phil Cousineau writes in The Art of Pilgrimage, “How will you remember to remember when you return home?” It’s been almost 3 months since I returned home from 3 weeks in Paris. Usually, my pen is quick to the page, eager to share the bounty from my travels….
Dwelling in Possibility
“I dwell in possibility.” Emily Dickinson #possibility is our prompt today at 31 Days of SoulStrolling. A few weeks ago, with Julie Gardner, Writers Gathering in Seattle, our prompt was Emily Dickinson’s poem, “I dwell in possibility.” This is what flowed from pen to paper: I dwell in possibility – to dwell, to be. To practice presence wherever…
Laughing Ladies
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…
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…
Why Paris?
People ask me, “What is it about Paris that draws you back time and time again?” My reply: ‘I’m following the thread. When you listen to your soul, who knows where your ‘soles’ may lead.’ “There’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change. People wonder about what you…
Sun Dappled Toes, Kurumba, Maldives
Sun dappled toes. Salt scented air wafting, whispering, ‘Rest, savor, be.’ Exotic birds serenading, ‘Welcome to our home.’ Cerulean seas kissing silken sand. Feasting, frolicking, flipping fish, Painting the corral landscape: amethyst, magenta, sapphire and lime. Fragrant flowers displaying ruby, diamond and golden hues. Sunset canvas unfolding in the evening sky. Mindful of color, embracing…
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…
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…
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 