It came as a surprise to me that we were in Japan...
The first leg of an only partially planned five-month overseas adventure.
My three kids and I had *actually* landed in a foreign country … with backpacks on … without a clue of the language … to tick off my son’s ‘bucket list place’ at the ripe old age of 12!
We were there because a tiny seed of a thought early in 2023 about this being the perfect year for a big trip had turned into a consuming thought.
So....
And so, four weeks later - we were off! First stop Japan!
I did it. We were away.
I could never have imagined at that first destination the moments that were waiting for me over the coming months. Every single place contained a gift.
I was ripe for it. I was so ready to be thrown about by it all, shocked by things, disoriented and lost and awed and tired and delighted and turned back on.
It worked.
Join me as I share the Moments from a trip that healed, raised and recalibrated me from the inside out.
How it works:
How people are reacting to Moments
I just wanted to let you know how much the Paris Moment resonated with me. So much hope....You write so beautifully. Thank you Lisa. If part of your purpose is to touch others and lead them to acceptance and beyond, you nailed it. Thank you x
A quick but heartfelt thanks for your message of 'do more of what you can't help but do'.
I am so excited to commit to more of what I can't help but do and see what happens .
Thank you so much for sharing these moments!I am listening intently and with interest to see what they bring up for me. Again, Thanks for Sharing! Cant' wait until next weeks slip into my inbox.
Thanks for moments. today Reading the Paris prompt Has brought tears to my eyes realising that I have many past parts of me that I pine for and miss. All this that I didn’t realise where there. Xx
Just on moments!! I am Enjoying so much. Thank you for your gift! I forget which one… plane ticket? the need to find my purpose floored me! F$&k that was one hell of a light bulb moment for me… thank you I really needed to hear that!
Special Opportunity:
Earlier this year I wrote and performed a story called Harvest to live audiences around Australia.
We recorded the Brisbane event and the recording is now available.
“We had a path to walk in this lifetime.
He called me Betty.
I called him Max.
The path was fraught.
This is a story of a woman spinning out of control, loving hard, losing lots, meeting the edges of her edges and wishing it would all go away.
This is a story of resistance, of naivety, of distraction and ultimately it’s a love story - but not between Betty and Max.