Travel can unleash the soul, especially if you go to a place you’ve been before in another lifetime.
And so it was for me in France this weekend.
French was the first foreign language I ever heard at the tender age of six. It was a gateway to a new world that I have yearned to explore ever since.
Flashback a year ago when my daughter sat, tear-filled and sad, that she felt unprepared for her final French exam. To encourage her, I promised her a trip to Paris if she studied hard the following year.
She did. And we flew on Saturday to the city of love. I spent four days in a state of breathlessness and beauty. As I stood in the wind on the grounds of Versailles, it was as if I was visiting an ancient part of myself. My soul literally danced.
If you have ever experienced a sense of déjà vu, it’s your soul’s radar picking up on a memory embedded deep within. The feeling I had in France was stronger than that sense of familiarity. It was as if I had lived there before. The feeling got stronger as we drove through the country’s largest forest.
I’ve always loved the woods.
A French colleague of mine warned me about the unfriendly Parisians. I only met the nice ones. Perhaps it was because they took pity on me as I struggled to speak French…or maybe it was their appreciation that I tried. A universal truth states that the world is your mirror. What you put into it is pretty much what comes back out.
Intuitive travel is a great opportunity to take a soul trip. If you get a sense to go somewhere for no apparent reason, do it. It’s your spirit talking. Listen. Explore. Be. And do it fearlessly.
It’s slow travel at its best.