As a child, I dreamt of being a dancer. While many little girls have the same dream, each one probably has it for different reasons. I now know that this bliss was due to my experience of coherence. I felt a deep piece of mind, becoming ONE with my body, following the impulses of my heart and the instructions of my head.
I had just celebrated my 11th birthday when my father suddenly died from a surgical error. My carefree world collapsed all of a sudden. My father would never be here any longer… and my mother decided to "go back to France"! I had to say goodbye to my friends, to my house, to my childhood. It was more than a goodbye, it was a farewell. This cut-off was a point of no return. I felt like a tree cut off from its roots. And yet I realized that my sadness was not a direct consequence of my father's death. Indeed what made me sad was not HIS death but MY hopelessness. My innocent mistake was to trace the tragic implications of this blow of fate. I thought I would never be able to call upon my father's wisdom any longer. I would have been drowned by the flow of these dark thoughts if I had not realized that to be connected with his own heart is to be connected with the universal wisdom. Thus I was defeated but not discouraged and I felt enough anchored to decide to let myself grow wings... to discover a continent, new to me, Europe. My experience of a cohesive reality has allowed me to stay aligned, regardless of the continent. I knew that I could turn walls into bridges because I can see opportunities where most people see hurdles.