Big Frida’s Blue House
Paris Taught Me
Reflecting on many of the things I learned about life in Paris. There were times I had to re-evaluate why I was in Paris. I took the trip to add to my series around how the women in my network choose to heal themselves. I was there as a stop before Dakar, as well as to interview Karen but she has so much going on in her life that we were not able to contribute to the series. We will get around to it organically. I have faith that it will happen someday. I came to realize that this series of blogs is my contribution to the series around healing. Check out the summary of things that stand out for me as a part of my healing journey in Paris.
Traveling Blues
Lets back track just a bit. I think some of my lack of attachment to the space has a lot to do with the language barrier. I came to realize that I’ve traveled a lot, but primarily to countries that speak English as a primary language. So getting out and moving about freely is different. There are many people that speak English in France but there are a lot of people that refuse to do so just based on certain principles.
Eiffel Tower
Angelica and I connected in Paris. On her way back to Germany through Paris she met Hayat who is an artist from Morocco, visiting Oakland and living in Holland. The way our lives came to intersect is nothing short of amazing. So much common ground that it was a pleasure to stand in the same place in Paris. Just some women from all parts of the African Diaspora traveling the world over in search of opportunities to be creative. We are all interested in story telling, social issues, the earth, producing art and traveling the world around.