Dear Soul Friends,
I hope you are enjoying this weekend to the fullest. Ireland has finally be blessed with some more dry spots and sunshine, and the air is quite mild. This morning, the birds welcomed me with their beautiful, soulful song, reminding me to put my feet into the grass and arrive into this day.
Today I want to share my experience at the storytelling event in Galway with you. Wherever you are in the world, I can only strongly recommend to take some notes and share your story in the very welcoming arms of Seanchoíche’s storytelling events. The organisers are truly wonderful and the audience so compassionate and encouraging, which made it a lot easier to be vulnerable. They are having events all around the world, so go and check out their website.
When I saw the ad that they would have an event the day before Valentine’s Day with the topic “Love”, I immediately thought: An event about Love, without me? Can’t happen! It took me another week though and a lot of encouraging words from a friend to finally sign up. Right after I signed up, I was flushed with fear. I had to laugh about the fact that I already had held a lot of talks about Love and shared parts of my story here with you, on Instagram and share my words even on Spotify - but this was different - even more personal, and it was in form of a story - or was this just the story that fear told me?
How on earth do you fit a lifetime’s lessons into a ten minute talk? Every time I sat down to put together the things I intended to talk about, I was stunned with fear. I judged each word immediately after writing it, and I wondered if telling a story in the first person narrator doesn’t take away from the magic of a story. So I decided to begin with the words that fit the story genre of what I want my life to feel like: “Once upon a time …”.
The words came out in a flush. The moment inspiration hit me, it did not matter that I hadn’t had breakfast, it didn’t matter that the oil had just run out and it was getting cold in the house, it didn’t matter that I had other things on my list, and that I was still in my pyjamas. I grabbed my pc, went back to my still warm bed, wrapped myself in blankets and wrote for five hours straight. Unfortunately, eight pages filled with words were longer than ten minutes talk time, and thus, I needed to enter the painful process of shortening the story a lot. The knowledge that these words for sure will be part of my new book, soothed me and I was able to wrap up my biggest Love and life’s lessons into a ten minute talk. You can see the result above (Thank you Dani for recording!).
Now, if you have ever held a talk, you know that just by taking notes the preparation isn’t done. We need to practise talking out loud, stopping the time, and actually speaking the words. I had practised to read my poetry out loud and had become familiar with the feeling of vulnerability by sharing my words. However, as a poem leaves room for interpretation, it felt a little bit safer to share my truth under the cloak of metaphor, rhythm and rhyme. Telling a personal story included far less room for interpretation, so the fear of being misunderstood and judged was making me almost immovable. The day of the event, I spent several hours pacing the house, practising the talk out loud without feeling my throat tightening and stopping my mind to paint worst-case scenarios into the imaginative canvas of worry. What if people stand up and leave? What if I have to cough? What if there are only five people in the audience? Or even worse, what if it is sold out? As I have practised watching my ego a lot, a part of me was quite amused about the stories that fear was telling. It felt hilarious to me, that the very thing that was trying to keep me from sharing my story of Love with the world was fear itself. Well, as I always say, Love wins, and thus I found myself on stage, in front of a sold-out place.
Love is too magnificent to be reserved for only one person. So who am I to keep my story with Love from you? All I can do is to share the Love, despite my fear to be judged, my fear to be unsafe and my fear to be misunderstood. In the end, this is the courage that writers need to have - to be so seated in their own truth that nothing can keep them from writing and sharing. Fear has no room in this story. As Robert Holden said in his book “Higher Purpose”:
“Writing is an act of love.”
Robert Holden
A day after the storytelling event I visited a local café and shared more Love. I sat down to write poems for strangers, with the intention to spread Love on Valentine’s Day. It is always amazing to witness what words of Love can stir up in people. I was deeply immersed in Love’s energy and I am so grateful to have had the opportunity to let my words flow and let the Love grow.
In between the sharing I was thinking about Valentine’s Day and what it means to me. Due to personal reasons, this day is truly poetic to me and I let the words flow to paper. I titled this poem “A Melting Armour” and realised that it’s alliteration creates the word “AMA”, meaning “I love” in Latin. I recorded the poem for you so that you can enjoy the sounds to the fullest.
AMA (A Melting Armour) Let cupid cure culprit’s curse piercing your heArt with gentle urgency weaving a cute cardigan of warming woollen wonder into the fabric of fantasy softly soothing sullen sorrow rubbing chubby cheeks caressing childhood challenges with angelic cheerful chimes wrapping curious core in care dipping the nose in faded sparkle holding the rose between her teeth pulling the strings from puppet play of pasts into the divine dance of now twisting the show into a song of sense taking a chance with Love dropping the armour into amor’s arms safely sleeping in the warmth of rosy realms Oh, sweet Valentine you are my divine you were always all ways mine Sadhbh Adamea
This is only the beginning of what I have to share about Love and my journey with her. I am so happy to be hosting a second talk at the Mind Body Experience Dublin titled “Limitless Love”, in which I will take you on a journey through Love’s limitless nature. Together, we will let her take us home to our hearts. The talk will take place on Sunday, 1 March 2026 in Area 1. It will begin at 6:15 pm, please be aware that the website states 6:45, but the right time is 6:15 pm!
I hope to see some of you there! Feel free to spread the word!
Thank you so much for witnessing my story, my words, my poetry while I am continuously melting my armour and sharing words of Love. Keep on shining your light and enjoy the rest of the weekend to the fullest!
Lots of Love,
P.S. The first words of the video give away which spiritual talks I listen most to throughout my days. :-) If you know you know. I didn’t plan this, by the way! :-D
Always feel free to reach out if you need a helping hand, a kind word, encouraging conversation or simply someone who listens.
