Words are coming to me to describe my week in Paris. It was a very difficult week. The city put me through the paces. I was grieving my aunt, grieving a different time in my life and in the world. I was letting go. I had wonderful days and days of despair. It was an initiation. It was a soul retrieval. It was ancestor work. It was a holi-day, but it was not a vacation. It was not exactly fun. It was important.
Posted on: Sat, 03 May 2014 11:37:25 +0000