Traveling Psychologist Blog Date: November 23, 2021 Location: Cape Town, South Africa Nat, one of the many friends I met here in Cape Town, taught me a phrase used by the locals… “don’t be kok, be lekker!” To translate for the non-Capetonians, “kok” refers to something bad, not good, displeasing. “Lekker” are those things that are good, preferred,
Traveling Psychologist Blog Date: November 6, 2021 Location: Cape Town, South Africa YOU HAVE TO LOOK FOR YOUR LIFE For those of you who know me and have followed me for awhile you are aware that I am an avid world-traveler. Like many of us, I have had to put many travel plans on hold during the last year
“If your path demands that you walk through hell, walk as if you own the place.”
To say life has been a bit crazy the last several months is an understatement. Some may describe it as hell and others a welcome reprieve. Either way, many of us have been left feeling as if the wind got knocked out of us and at the same time the universe changed the way we breathe. So now, we find ourselves gasping for breath trying to figure out new ways we can inhale and exhale. Fatigue, burnout, stress, overwhelmed, uncertainty, and isolation are all words that accurately describe any given day. We’ve lost our mojo!
"Should you shield the canyon from the windstorms, you would never see the beauty of their carvings."Elizabeth Kübler-Ross
In 2006 my father was diagnosed with cancer. A few weeks after receiving this news, he came home from work one day to find the house full of water because a pipe burst while no one was home. Then, just a few weeks after that, one of the neighbors began to complain that they did not like how the backyard fence looked and petitioned the city to have my parents remove the fence.
In 1988 the members of The Proclaimers stated their love for a women by saying they would walk 500 miles for her. Well I did walked 500 miles just not in the name of love for some else.
On May 19th 2014 I started my 2 month journey in Ireland. After many beer and whiskey filled days with my loved ones (which I do remember), it was time for us to part ways. As my mom boarded her plane back to Arizona I boarded one to Paris, and that’s where my story begins. From Paris I took train after train after train and finally ended up in a town called Saint Jean Pied De Port, which is right on the border of France and Spain. Now this, this is where my journey began.
All of your experiences, every one, bring to the surface the deepest wounds that need to be healed. Did you ever notice that you seem to experience the same things over and over again? You may be in a different place and with different people, but the situation is the same. Whether it is how you