{"id":273,"date":"2026-11-06T23:48:29","date_gmt":"2026-11-06T22:48:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/voyagedefemme.com\/index.php\/voyagedefemme-com-english\/"},"modified":"2026-11-09T20:07:31","modified_gmt":"2026-11-09T19:07:31","slug":"voyagedefemme-com-en","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/voyagedefemme.com\/index.php\/en\/voyagedefemme-com-en\/","title":{"rendered":"Solo travel after bereavement: a woman\u2019s travel journal"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

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This site is an invitation to travel to unknown and spiritual lands.<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Dear soul sisters, I offer you this unique album of solo journeys, through various countries as well as through my mind.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n

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A journey after bereavement<\/h3>\n\n\n\n
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When my husband passed away, I went to South Africa for a few weeks. I signed up for an English course in Cape Town. Don’t think I wanted to polish my English. No, I simply let my mind wander as events unfolded.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Above all, I wanted to fill the pain of that loss. To go thousands of kilometres away to forget, to discover, and to feed on new sensations and unknown faces.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

To step out of my comfort zone, looking for the nugget or the remedy that would ease my pain. I truly believed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Am I naive?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Pain does not run away. It knows what the word \u00ab\u00a0anchoring\u00a0\u00bb means. I can feel it. It clings like a hermit crab to a stone. There is nothing more faithful than pain. It is always there, at every moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It becomes your best or worst friend. And then you ask yourself: so what now?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

See a therapist or not, try sessions of who-knows-what kind of individual coaching to pull yourself out of this chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I am describing my inner world to you. My little goddess is painfully curled up, as if life had stopped on 26 December.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Life goes on, I survive, I smile…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And I leave, and then the shock. I set foot outside Cape Town airport; smells and sounds overwhelm me. I recognise nothing, and yet I feel good. It had been a long time since I had felt a sense of freedom (I mean, without pain).<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First step, first rung of the ladder back up to the surface of life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Sitting on a rock watching the full moon, I felt myself becoming a \u00ab\u00a0she-wolf\u00a0\u00bb…<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The she-wolf in me was waking up. I gazed at that full moon and unsuspected strengths awoke within me. I felt a new power, in full awareness. My pain, which had seemed so present, grew quiet. Third step, and third stair towards Life.<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n
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A second, a minute, just a moment of pure happiness. That feeling when body and mind are in harmony, free of constraint and anger, when pain disappears and no longer exists. Second step and second rung of the ladder as I climb back up to the surface of life.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n
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