Archive for August, 2011

There’s No Place Like Home

I’ve made friends with a couple here in Semur en Auxois who live the life I’ve always wanted. They met in Hong Kong and then embarked on a journey of epic proportions moving from country to country on a whim. They would find work wherever they went and in doing so built a life that now allows them to live half time on the Spanish coast, half time by the river here in Semur. But that’s not the best part.

Now they meander about France led entirely by their stomachs. They travel all around this great land in search of the finest cuisine and the loveliest of lodgings. If I didn’t like them so much I’d hate them. What a life. She sends me links to everywhere they go and I’m telling you these two really know how to roll in style.

Me? Not so much. Oh I’ve been around to a few places, Beaune, Dijon, Chablis and a few other wine villages but for the most part these days I stay put. What with Neil’s busy schedule, the whole housette business and a limited budget, it’s what’s on my plate at the moment. But I can’t say it’s a bad deal this.

See every day for me is a Michelin 3 star experience. I get up when I feel like it and beyond laundry and the odd toilet scrub, my time is my own. I have delicious meals served to me by Scotland’s finest Chippendale dancer. I drink exquisite wine that’s cheap as dirt and I meet intriguing people from all over the world every day.

Plus why would I need to go anywhere else when every time I leave my house the first thing I lay eyes on is this…

Never mind the rest of France, the only traveling I want to do is over that wall to see what’s hidden behind that green door. Someday maybe I’ll see all of France but for now the yellow brick road ends here.

Bobbi French is a regular contributor to Gypsy Girls Guide

the resonant candle flame

There burns within us this desire to be of service. To effect change. To pass along something that goes beyond who we are in our short lives.

It can be easy to shy away from that, feeling not quite up to the task of creating what we’re meant to create or stepping into how phenomenal we really are.

It can be terrifying: “Who do you think you are?” and “What makes you think you can?” and “You can’t really change much.”

But I believe: you are a change-maker.

You have something to contribute.

Your voice is one that needs to be heard.

Then come the waves of cultural critics, arguing that we have become a culture of narcissists, and that it’s all this talk about “believing in yourself” and “making your voice heard” that amplifies this trend.

But they’re missing something essential–narcissism masks a deep-seated self-hatred.

Making your voice heard creates change.

I look at all of the civil unrest going on in the world right now; the riots, the protests.

Yes, they’re scary.

They’re also powerful. They also have me feeling more alive, because I can feel the aliveness of the people willing to stand up for something and say, “No.”

I don’t condone destruction; I celebrate the insistence on having a voice.

It’s an interesting time to be alive.

When you have something to stand for, you have something to live for. What you stand for might not be overthrowing brutal regimes or ending world hunger or political reform. Perhaps what you stand for is people doing their best work, or tapping into their creative passions, or practicing courage.

But I still believe it’s true–that you, me, and everyone else–we desire to be of service. We desire contribution. We’re hungry for the connection that that creates.

Please don’t hold back–show the world, us, who you are.

 

Kate Swoboda is a Life Coach, speaker and writer who supports change-makers to clarify, build, and live their big visions. She’s the author of the Courageous Living Guides and creator of the Courageous Play and Create Stillness retreats. In the Fall of 2011, she’ll debut The Coaching Blueprint. She’s excited about learning languages, reading as many books as she can, getting bendy-stretchy on the yoga mat, the quest for the next amazing chai latte, and running.

A weekend in Wales

There are places I return to again and again.

Places where I breathe easier. And slower.
The air smells different here; time takes on a new meaning and a sense of community is palpable.

I’m in Wales.
Again.

This time, completely by accident, I have a weekend to myself as the workshop I was attending has been moved to a later date.
Somehow, I got exactly what I needed.

So I rest. And I write. The light finds me. And I notice things I would, perhaps, at other times overlook.

I spend time by the river.

And exploring back country lanes.

I meet up with people who are, in their own quiet ways, changing the world.
And find myself inspired to do the same.

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Tell me, was there something you needed that has magically appeared for you recently?
I’d love to hear about it!

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Leonie Wise is a regular contributor to Gypsy Girls Guide