Dr. Tricia Wolanin

Back to Spanish Class

26 Jun 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #compassion, #education, #expat, #expatlife, #language, #learning, #selfcompassion, #spain, #travel, #wanderlust

“Change your language and you change your thoughts.”
Karl Albrecht

Last week I enrolled in a month long intensive Spanish course. Although I have officially moved here nearly six months ago, I have put this off. While in Paris last year, I took three months of French, and it made me cringe. I hated starting from scratch, pronouncing everything all wrong, and be corrected constantly. I didn’t think I would need Spanish here, but I have recognized and accepted that my Spanish was more of a tourist Spanish. Additionally, Andalucians seem to sometimes speak a different language, with shortening the words or have nicknames for things that did not make sense. Who knew that mala leche (which is translated to bad milk) equates with having a day where you are pissed off and angry? If I wanted to improve, it required an intensive. To commit to this was to commit to a part time job, twenty hours a week, Monday through Friday for four weeks. But now I could do it.

And I was pleasantly surprised.

It was actually somewhat enjoyable. I had taken Spanish class in high school, college, and did an immersion in graduate school. As we went around the room, verbalizing our background with Espanol, I realized it has been over twenty years since I had taken Spanish (Duolingo doesn’t count). I could have compassion for myself with forgetting some things along the way.

In the classroom, sat next to me a 14 year old Bosnian girl, living in Sweden. She showed me texts from her boyfriend and teacher, gossiping about her life as if we knew each other for years. She guessed me to be in my 20s, when I shared I was in 40s, she was stunned. And I was flattered. The class size generally stayed around 8 people, from other countries such as Morocco, Netherlands, England, and Italy. Although we were collectively learning Spanish, we were learning about each other. Our conversational skills were put to the test as we shared our background information, occupation, likes, dislikes, hobbies, and family dynamics. “Me llamo Tricia. Me gusta caminar con mi amigo. Soy americana, pero ahora vivo en Malaga por seis meses…” This was repeated throughout the week, because with four hour long sessions, the teachers rotated in and out. We could practice hearing different accents, dialects, and experience various teaching styles.

But all were pleasant. Yes we were corrected at times, but it was with encouragement. For some reason, my experience with learning the French language is it was tiresome and draining, it probably didn’t help that we wore masks for most of the sessions. I recall practicing my Spanish with a local here several months ago, who was training to be a language teacher. He laughed when I pronounced various words, and therefore it shut me down. Why open oneself to ridicule in the hopes of improving? A warm encouraging environment is so necessary to offer padding to those learning something new. If you fall, it’s not so bad. You are then willing to try again, criticism didn’t knock you down. At least for me, this is my preferred learning style.

And so I am ready to enter week 2 of classes, with more energy, less cringe, and curiosity of what will be revealed next. As I write this, I am full of appreciation for the teachers out there who have the kind patience in working with their students, and for all students out their who have self-compassion as they learn something new.

World Citizen

18 Jun 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #expat, #expatlife, #strangers, #travel, #wanderlust

I am not an Athenian or a Greek, but a citizen of the world

– Socrates

Yesterday I was having a conversation with a friend about the concept of globalization. National Geographic defines this as “increasing connectedness and interdependence of world cultures and economies.” And I would agree, to some extent the world is getting smaller. Post pandemic, all is possible and accessible. We are connected in this technological fast paced world.

My recent travels to places such as Bulgaria, Serbia, North Macedona, and Gibraltar reminded me of this concept of globalization. Many of these countries, I didn’t dream of visiting. In my youth, I knew I would visit France, England, and Spain, but the Balkans were not on my list. And yet I was here. For some reason, I thought I would be one of the few tourists that travelled to this land. I knew of only a tiny number of friends or family who have visited here. But what surprised me were there were not only tons of tourists, but also digital nomads. Our boundaries to where we travel now as Westerners have expanded. I was particularly surprised by hearing so many American accents. The Cyrillic language was made easy and translated into English in the city centers for access of non-locals. Cafes were cutesy and instagrammable. We don’t have to travel only to Paris to linger in a cute café, we can hop over to Skopje.

One evening in Sofia, we shared a dinner with two Italians that were colleagues and were living in Bulgaria. We decided to sit at one table together, because the strict hostess at a local restaurant would not seat either of our parties of two. Our attempt earlier that day to get reservations failed. There were no two tables of two. But now we could be a party of four, and so we sat with strangers. When we walked to our table our new friend said, “it’s destiny,” I knew it was meant to be. She was speaking my universal language of synchronicty and magic. This woman had already lived in Serbia, Romania, and now Bulgaria. She was in the textile industry and due to lack of jobs in her country, she sought work in the Balkans. The European borders were open to her and she was immersed in it for years.

Several days before this we had a server and consultant at this Creperie in Sofia. He was Bulgarian, but lived twenty years in America. We spoke of everything from Yogananda, consumerism, over working, yearning for peacefulness, to modern dating. As we talked with him for two hours, I realized I had probably more similarities with him than I had with people in my hometown that never left.

This past week in Malaga, I hosted an event with Girls Gone International. We were a group of less than ten women, but all of us were from different location. We were from America, Ukraine, Prague, New Zealand, England, and Australia. All of us were living in Spain now, but have lived around the world. The border lines between countries are becoming fainter. We are more connected than we think.

And what I find is that I can connect with the people who have left their hometown to live and venture to other lands. One has to know there are other ways to live in the world. We limit ourselves when we think our town is the best one in all the lands and there is no other way to experience the world. This is small town mentality, whether you are from Massillon Ohio or Malaga Spain. There are other landscapes to see, exotic food to taste, fascinating people to meet. You can return home, and have a base but know there is more out there. The more we travel, we see that we are more the same than different. There is not one way to be, but simply a way of living we have been born into and socialized to conform to.

I would love to offer you the gift of travel. And it’s not just to see the landmarks that our favorite authors write about or visiting locations we have seen depicted in movies. It’s not to consume the luxuries of the most exotic spices and textiles. It’s the experience of interacting with others, and the breaking down of barriers that have been built up in our heads. Globalization is normalization. It’s validation of our connection and a reminder we are one.

More the same than different

08 Jun 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #bulgaria, #expatlife, #kindness, #morealikethandifferent, #strangers, #travel, #wanderlust

Currently I am visiting my 54^th country and 64^th territory: Bulgaria. I didn’t know what to expect from this Eastern European location. But I find, whenever I don’t expect much, I am pleasantly surprised. Sofia, the capital of Bulgaria, currently caters to the cosmopolitan traveller. The digital nomad millennial influence has impacted this space, with new cutesy cafes, brunch spots, and instagrammable restaurants popping up throughout the city. It’s a recognition that many of us are longing to linger in places that are beautiful and welcoming. The outdoor relaxing cafes are no longer solely reserved for the streets of Paris. They can exist anywhere, and this includes Bulgaria. Why not?

What I found truly interesting, was today when my friend Isabella and I, ate breakfast at a local creperie. One of the staff members chatted with us for at least an hour. Although Daniel is Bulgarian, he spent the past twenty-two years in America, and recently moved back to Bulgaria for family reasons. The three of us never embarked on small talk of the weather and “tourist things to do in Sofia.” We talked of “American” values of overworking to pay for our consumeristic lifestyles. We explored getting lost in the worlds of what we thought was important to us, and therefore losing our health or time for proper relationships. Collectively, all three of us intentionally made a shift in how we lived and worked to lead more balanced lives. We did and are purposefully continuing to do this in different ways. Although we were born in different countries, we had an American upbringing in our late teens through thirties.

Having a conversation like this, in a land I never thought I would visit, is refreshing. It’s the Law of Attraction. Like attracts like. One finds you attract people of similar minds and lifestyles. It felt “random” that our middle aged Bulgarian server, was drawn to the works of Yogananda and SRF (Self Realization Fellowship). We bonded in talking initially of this Indian guru who set up shop in California to spread spiritual principles in the world. All three of us had visited one of his SRF places of worship in California. Here we were living it, and having a discussion about it in Eastern Europe. In the end, it doesn’t matter the type of job or title you have or the amount of money you have in your bank account. What matters is the experiences you choose to have in life, and living in alignment with your values. These values are not those placed upon you by your culture, family, or media, but those that you fully chose. But what is required to do all of this is to step outside of your hometown, see parts of the world, and see that we are more alike than different. We must unlearn to learn.

Space Needed For Integration

05 Jun 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #expat, #expatlife, #travel, #wanderlust, #yinyang

For the past several weeks, I have been travelling non-stop. It was an intentional trip to my homeland to see friends, attend an energy psychology training, and take care of some personal things. As usual, it was full. I visited 5 states in less than three weeks. Every moment went as well as planned, but it felt as if I was checking things off a list to ensure the process ran smoothly. Moments of downtime were embraced, as there was few that existed along the way.

And this is one of them. Arrival at the airport. After checking in, going through security, the bathroom, and having a special treat. I no longer feel the sweat from the hurried rush of going from one point to another. My breath has slowed down as I sit at my gate. I can relax. Although I am surrounded by others, I am briefly alone. There’s still so much to process of what has occurred, but simultaneously it is prepping for what is next. I will only have one day in my new home of Malaga, before a several day excursion to another land. Therefore each moment of free time is freedom.

I am reminded how often we travel like this. If we have a regular “job,” we may have limited vacation days. We fit in so much, that there is little time to integrate. And this is necessary to see, appreciate, and re-live in the beauty of the trip you just took.

Parallel to this, I recently attended a sound healing workshop, where infamous sound healer Jonathan Goldman shared several of his secrets to sound healing. One was the value of silence. Silence is where the healing occurs. Goldman stated “silence is the yin to sound’s yang.” He gave an example, that if we hum for five minutes, we must leave five minutes of silence for it to integrate into our bodies. We think sound is what heals, but it is sound linked with silence. They need each other.

And so as we gear up for our summer travel plans, it’s not just visiting a new land that is important. It is also taking time after travel to process what occurs. Perhaps you do this at then end of one’s trip, on arrival home, or journaling on a daily basis in one’s hotel room breaking up what is learned day by day.

What will be the yin to your yang?

Helpers Along the Way

31 May 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #expatlife, #kindenssofstrangers, #kindness, #storage, #travel

What makes a trip memorable isn’t always the destination one arrives at, but the assistance one receives from strangers along the way. This was the case for me this past week. I have been in America for two weeks. Although I am from America, I haven’t lived here in nearly 10 years. This trip had many facets to it, and was tightly booked. I had planned that each component would go according to plan. Family visits in NYC and Philly, an energy psychology conference in Maryland. In addition, part of my journey included heading to Arizona to empty out my storage via donations and preparation for shipment to Spain. Going through one’s belongings of items you have put aside for years is a difficult feat. It’s physically and psychologically draining. But I had assistance from some strangers.

I was lucky enough to have my mom join me for this adventure, and used miles for our flight from Philly to Phoenix. Because we were using miles, the layover I landed was a 6 hour wait! I reckoned this would be do-able with my annual one day passes to use with United, but when we got to the United Club a sign was posted stating “no one day passes.” I thought I would risk it, and an exception would be made. A staff member obliged and offered a simple “why not?” He let us in. As we sat in the lounge and grabbed breakfast, I conjured to further chance my luck. I asked a staff member if we could be bumped to an earlier flight, and she squeezed down our six hour layover to 90 minutes. She warned us there was a possibility our luggage wouldn’t make it. But luck continued and our luggage arrived on time. Travel blessings were abound. With each small level of assistance, I thanked the universe for all the help along the way from these everyday angels.

After landing in Phoenix, grabbing lunch, we headed straight to work at a storage facility in Tempe. I had zero plan of where we were going to donate all these belongings and furniture. Our hybrid rental car was only mid size. The local Goodwill took all donations, but they did not have the availability pick items up. I didn’t know how people sold or gave away items anymore. Craigslist? Facebook Marketplace? There wasn’t enough time to list each item and sell it.

But on our first day at the storage facility, a fellow storage neighbor walked by and chatted with us. My mom offered her a massage chair I was donating. She responded with a quick and exuberant “yes!” We informed her, I had numerous other items I would be giving away. She said she would take all of them, and she did. Throughout the week, Roberta was there at moments when we needed her. My mom said in some ways she was like an angel, you asked for her and she was right there in the storage facility ready to pick up an item. In total we spent 20 hours in three days sorting through this storage, and this would have been even longer if we didn’t have Roberta’s assistance.

It amazes me how help can be there when you need it, and it comes from the unexpected. With each person we met and assisted us along the journey, I gave them one of these Gratitude Puzo/Bella Cards. It’s a small simple way to offer gratitude, but it is tangible and memorable. I stayed in that positive zone: offering kindness, receiving kindness, offering gratitude. The cycle continues.

Life may not always work out as smoothly and seamlessly as this, but sometimes the kindness of strangers may surprise us. All we have to do is ask, be willing to receive. And also know that it is our mission as humans to pay that back forward with others, in one way or another.

Returning to Your Homeland

22 May 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #american, #expat, #expatlife, #multiracial, #worldcitizen

I am embarking on a several week trip to America. It’s my first time going to the states since I moved to Spain, and probably the longest period I haven’t travelled anywhere since the pandemic. Six months. I can’t help but wonder, where is home?

This summer marks ten years that I have lived outside of America, via the United Kingdom, France, and now Spain. A new friend I met in Europe reminded me that “you are not American, you are a world citizen.” At first, I wanted to disagree with him. My upbringing was in America, I have an American accent, my family is there, I own a home there. Of course I am American, a multiracial American. But as I got on the plane in Lisbon today (my layover from Malaga), I am surrounded by American accents. It’s awkward. I feel I don’t fit in. Do these people understand me? Were they just on holiday, taking a dream vacation? Or are they like me just visiting America too? This is my life. Staff members and passport control are asking how long I have been in Europe. I respond by pulling out my visa. Perhaps I am a global citizen.

I realize maybe we don’t have to choose. We are not one or the other. We can be all. My friend recently bought a home in Michigan. We are from the Midwest, and I asked her will she give up her home in New York and totally move to this new home in Michigan. She doesn’t know. She too, also feels both are home: East Coast and the Midwest. You don’t have to choose one or the other. There is reality you can be both. It reminds me of my racial identity. Years ago, when growing up and taking standardized tests, I had to choose my race when filling out the form. I informed the teacher, I wasn’t just one answer. But there was little cultural sensitivity at the time and in small time Ohio. She forced me to choose one. Do I choose how others define me? Do I change the response each time, letting each parent be represented? Do I opt out and not answer? Why must we conform?

After ten years of living overseas, and for ten years prior to that living in various parts of America, I realize all parts are me. An Ohio Cali Hawaiian Philly New York American citizen. That is okay. Do not allow others to define you. You have a choice in this. I am returning to the country I was born in, but now I realize it’s part of me. Not all of me.

My Current Life Courses

11 May 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #blackmadonna, #courses, #learning, #onlinelearning, #pilgrimage

“Anyone who stops learning is old, whether at twenty or eighty. Anyone who keeps learning stays young.”

― Henry Ford

This week, I found myself enrolled in 3 courses, facilitating 1, and have paused 1. No, I’m not a graduate student. I am a 44 year old female who is transitioning out of my field of being a clinical psychologist and stepping into the unknown world of creating my own path. Although I received my doctorate nearly 20 years ago, I am continuously learning. I realize in the past my learning was about the attainment of a degree. I took various classes that would afford me a spot in college, then graduate school, then the right internship. After getting my license in clinical psychology and having full time employment, it was all about getting certificates in everything from hypnosis, reiki, sound healing, EMDR, executive coaching, labyrinth facilitation, Internal Family Systems, Gottman trained marital therapy, Diversity and Inclusion, 500 hour yoga certificates. The list goes on, and although I admit initially I did it because my jobs had so much funding in ongoing education and continuing credits, I maxed it out annually. Today I have no job, and find myself seeking more knowledge.

But now I have the freedom to choose, without a job paying for it, what am I enrolled in?

A course about the Black Madonna by Dr. Christena Cleveland. It’s described as a virtual pilgrimage to explore how the Dark Divine Mother can heal and help us, and how we can view ourselves as sacred. It’s taught by a female social psychologist and theologian.

Another course I am getting psychology credit for is Self-Compassion, a class created by Dr. Kristen Neff, a clinical psychologist. This includes Buddhist and mindfulness principles as a way to make friends and care for ourselves.

In the midst of this, I signed up for a pilgrimage course e-course by Phil Cousineau who is a filmmaker, mythologist, and retreat facilitator. He previously was mentored by my favorite mythologist Joseph Campbell and therefore this class is focused on how to be intentional with each trip we take and facilitate these types of reflective spiritual inquires when leading others.

The course I am facilitating, which I seem to do annually, is The Artist Way by Julia Cameron. This is all about reclaiming our creativity, and although I facilitate it, I also participate in it and the majority of the exercises. My only class on pause, due to scheduling, is Flamenco , taught by a local Malguena in complete Spanish.

Black Madonna, Pilgrimage, Compassion, Art, and a tad of Flamenco.

If I were to capture who I am right now in five classes this would be it. But the thing is, I am not doing these classes right now to check them off a list. I want to embed the lessons in my body. It’s the integration that takes time.

What classes in life are you currently enrolled in? How would you sum up who you are in five classes?

Lessons on the Path to 44

30 Apr 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized

This week I turn 44. The older I get, the more intrigued I am of what will arise in my life. When I was younger, I couldn’t wait to be a teenager, get my driver’s license, legally go to bars. Then after 21, the zest momentarily dissipated. I come from a culture in America, where there seems to be a fear of getting older. Greeting cards exist that are decorated with gravestones on the front. These cards remind the birthday recipient they are “over the hill.” We are told, it’s all downhill from here. But I am curious, could the path continue to be uphill or simply another part of the journey? And so I created a list of lessons on the path to 44.

This year’s life lessons

The beauty of grief lies in compassion and common humanity
Allow endings to make space for beginnings
Cherish those you love and make time for them
You can always pivot
Recognize and live in gratitude when your dreams become real
Listen to the internal guidance
I’m a forever pilgrim
Struggle is part of the story
Those who have died are still with you
The answer is an open heart
Learn to trust you will be supported.

Dreams Become Reality

One year ago to the day, I was living in Paris and filming an episode for HGTV’s House Hunters International. It was one of my favorite television shows, and I dreamed of being on it. The director was a documentarian, and I felt when filming the episode it was as if it was a commercial for my life. It was a snapshot of me, after I left my job in the UK, moved with my two dogs to Paris, and embarked on the life of being a writer and sound healer. All rental properties I looked at were on the Left Bank, and I wanted to live the life of Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Picasso, and Anais Nin. For a moment in time, I did.

Months after filming, my beloved 15 year old English Bulldog Puzo died. If you watched the show, much of my life and where I chose to live was dependent on Puzo and his limited mobility. I experienced the greatest grief of my life during that time, but people reminded me there was beauty in this. My heart proved it had so much capacity to love another and his loss was a mirror to this. Friends and acquaintances from all over the world offered condolences, even high school classmates who I hadn’t seen in over twenty years. It served as a reminder that all of us suffer and we are here to walk each other home through the suffering.

Dreams Pivot

Shortly prior to Puzo dying, I had intuitive guidance from my deceased great-grandmother that Puzo would die, it would be okay, and I would move to Spain in regards to my ancestry. I didn’t expect this. But after he died, I felt the urge and push to move to Malaga. Signs began popping up everywhere, and I trusted this. Dreams can pivot.

There was much drama and strife to attain this visa, which included needing to go to America for six weeks to the Spanish Consulate in NYC. Friends and family were supportive, as I stressed out, cried with grief, confusion, and frustration. It was unclear where I was going in life, but all of them reminded me it would be okay regardless of the results. There were internal doubts that this would work out. I was going to give up, and simply return to Paris and enjoy my final weeks there before returning to America. As I left for the airport, my visa was being processed.

The Wanderlust Continues

Now that I am here in Malaga Spain, I look at my rental apartment. The New York style I thought I would have years ago when I dreamed of purchasing a place in this city. When I first visited this town nearly ten years ago, I thought it would be an ideal place to live. But I viewed it as more of a retirement dream, not somewhere to live in my 40s. But for some reason Malaga is pulling me now.

As I walk by this Spanish guitar player daily on my stroll with Bella (my 14 year old chug), he plays this romantic Spanish song which is familiar. It was one of the few songs I used to know on the guitar 20 years ago. Each time I walk by him, I wonder am I pulled to that song now because I know it? Did part of me know then I would end up here? Or was there a multiverse where I would have always ended up here? Who is to say?

I am grateful for where I am at 44, and look forward to what lessons are in store for me in this next year.

Resources

For a peak into my episode on HGTV it was titled Oh La La Woof check this out https://m.facebook.com/HGTVHouseHunters/videos/paris-is-callinghouse-hunters-internationalpremiereparis-france1030930c-hgtvauth/453602243537526/?refsrc=deprecated&_rdr

To read about previous reflections and lessons learned about viewing my life as a tourist check out this blog post https://amodernpilgrimage.com/how-to-live-life-like-a-tourist/

A Trip to the local Buddhist Stupa

23 Apr 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #actsofkindness, #benalmadena, #buddhist, #dogs, #expatlife, #kindness, #malaga

Last week, my mom and I had visited a Buddhist Stupa in the town of Benalmadena. I had heard so much about it over the past several months of living in Spain, but finally we had a car rental and so it was easily accessible. This Stupa is high in the hills of Benalmadena, surrounded by expensive newly built modern white homes.

As I left the parked car, I passed a tiny gift shop. The shop attendee stood outside holding her mala beads, repeating silently prayers. I knew her presence here was an act of service. My gaze was then are pulled to the Tibetan flags that surround the exterior of the temple. The flags blow in the wind as you are mesmerized by the view of the sea, town, and temple.

My mom was with me, as was my 14 year old dog Bella. We had planned to take turns holding Bella outside as we visited quickly the Stupa. Another volunteer monitoring the visitors noted our struggle and signified we could both come in with the dog. I thought of what an act of kindness this was and appreciated the gesture of brining my pet to this sacred space unannounced. After a doing meditation, giving an offering, and walking around the Stupa, we left. I headed back to the gift shop, and wanted to buy a beautiful shawl I saw inside the Stupa. The volunteer noted this could only be purchased inside the Stupa. I ventured back in, this time leaving the dog with my mom. I thought it would be a quick money exchange.

As I entered, the volunteer was talking to another woman about the Stupa and the history of it. There were several other visitors present, this included one woman there with a young child around age 4-5. This child began to cry, and automatically the mother headed out of the door. I knew she felt shame, embarrassment, and didn’t want to disrupt the other visitors. Yet, the volunteer walked towards them and welcomed them back in. She gave the crying child two oranges, she said one could be for her and one was to be offered to the Buddha in front of the temple. The child stopped crying, and made her offering. She then began asking for a piece of chocolate, she saw by the offering area. The mother and volunteer laughed, as she offered the child a piece of chocolate.

I witnessed the essence of Buddha with this volunteer who was so welcoming towards this child, mother, me, and my dog. She was exemplifying Buddhism versus trying to follow “rules” of being the keeper of the Stupa. I knew with me entering the temple again and purchasing that prayer shawl, I was meant to observe this act of kindness that was so beautiful. It will stay etched in my mind.

If we are slow enough to observe our atmosphere, we may start to notice acts of kindness popping up everyday. What have you seen recently?

“An encounter with a Stupa is an encounter with myth – or as Carl Jung and Joseph Campell might have phrased it, an archetypal truth. What may at first seem only to be an artistic and perhaps nostalgic arrangement of brick, stone or wood may eventually come to be seen as an elaborate vessel, transporting the teachings of the Buddha – Buddhadharma – across three millennia.”

– Buddhist Stupas in Asia: The Shape of Perfection. 2001

Synchronicity in Sound Healing

30 Mar 2023 Leave a comment

by Dr. Tricia Wolanin in Uncategorized Tags: #jung, #soundbaths, #soundhealing, #synchronicity, #weird

Two years ago, while in Colorado with a friend, we stumbled upon a gem show. As we searched through which gemstones we may find, there were people selling Tibetan bowls. I was new to the world of sound healing and in the process of ongoing training. Many of the bowls I found were overpriced, but we ended up finding one booth by a company called Serenity Tibet. There was a woman discussing the bowls that were available, and were at an affordable price. A man was seated at the booth, I assumed it was this woman’s husband and he was dragged to this expo event. As I began talking to him, I discovered he himself was a sound healer from Tibet. He actually was Suren Shrestha, well known teacher, author, and healer. We briefly shared our experiences about sound, took some photos, and we bought some lovely instruments from them.

Later that week, I informed my teacher Maggie in Wales about this “random” event. She said to me, “weird things happen when you enter the world of sound.” She continued to share that there will be moments of synchronicity on this path of sound healing. This was true in her life, and now it was working it’s magic in mine.

And she was right, more is slowly being revealed. Little by little. I had been featured on the show House Hunters International, as I searched for a place in Paris. They highlighted me doing sound healing, even though this was very new to my life. It was demonstrated for the world to see. As a trained clinical psychologist, I can share knowledge gained from theories I know, but I cannot have friends or family as clientele. In yoga, although I have led a mini class or two with family members or friends, many don’t want to stay in an entire yoga class with me facilitating it. But sound healing has been different. It’s one area where I can offer the beauty and transmission of sound, regardless of the relationship to the being in front of me. In addition, I can do this with more than one person in the room.

I was watching a show the other day which talked of manifestations, and when they discussed synchronicities as moments where various things align in our lives, the host said “we also call these things weird.” These are moments when things can’t be explained, and I have had many of these in my life. According to Jung and the website www.artsofthoughts.com

“Jung believed that many occurrences labeled as “coincidences,” are not actually due to chance. Instead, he believed that these occurrences are directly related to the observer’s mind, and serve to provide powerful insight, direction and guidance.”

Right now, it seems to be headed in the direction of sound, pilgrimage, and the Black Madonna. Interestingly, I am embarking on a pilgrimage that will incorporate all of these this summer. More later on this. I’m leading my first public sound bath in Malaga, and I’m intrigued to see where this is going. I am new-ish to this world, but have already led sound healing sessions in America, England, Wales, France, and now Spain. Let’s see what “weird” things arise next.

What “weird” moments of synchronicity are arising in your life now? They are there if you are willing to see them. Put away the distractions, be, see what arises, and note them down so you don’t forget.

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