Susan Travels: The Portrait of my Soul. What the Parisian Artist Saw

Read for free on Substack! I met my soul this morning. Don’t get me wrong, I have spoken to my soul many times. It’s one of the wise voices in my life. I also have a visual anchor of this Wise One. Two years ago, while strolling through Montmartre in Paris, France, my brother commissioned a street artist there to draw a picture of me. I love this place and in fact, long ago, I had a past life there. I’ll save that story for another day. But I do always visit my old house-location when I’m there to say hello to the building and to pick a little bit of the grape vine growing at the front door. I’ll pin it to my shirt for the rest of the day in loving remembrance. Mind you, that was not an easy life! But I feel reverence for the experiences gleaned there. Montmartre is on a hill. Paris is relatively flat, so it stands out. There were many a war fought over the centuries from this vantage point, but by the 1800s, it became famous for its cafes, public dancing, and cabare...