Comments on: What it means to breathe, dream, go

By: Eat, Pray, Love and India and the Quest | We Blog The World

Eat, Pray, Love and India and the Quest | We Blog The World — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 22:04:00 +0000

[...] … I, too, went on a personal journey to recover from loss. I wrote about it on my post, What it means to breathe, dream, go. Over the span of a few short years I lost both my parents (my Mother died suddenly and [...]

By: Joanne Carnegie

Joanne Carnegie — Fri, 11 Jun 2010 11:20:28 +0000

I am glad to have read this post, Mariellen. Instead of sitting around stewing “if only I could…”

You just went out and did it. Bravo!

By: Jacqueline Sytsma

Jacqueline Sytsma — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 20:38:15 +0000

Hello Mariellen – it was lovely to meet you at the TMAC Munch and Mingle a few weeks ago. I was so intrigued by ‘Breathe Dream Go’ and have been thoroughly enjoying your blog. It’s very easy to catch the spirit through what you write about your travels. I will continue reading – thanks very much and I hope to catch up with you at another event!
Jacqueline
Kingston, Ontario

By: Ashis

Ashis — Sun, 06 Sep 2009 16:37:04 +0000

Very touching.

Realisations usually come in a flash, and many times at the shower – there must be some magic in just letting go the body under falling water.

I am a travel writer too – freelance.

By: Sriram

Sriram — Sat, 05 Sep 2009 04:42:16 +0000

Hey Mariellen,

I guess you should copyright ‘Breathe Dream Go’. It sounds a great tag-line for a travel company.

Cheers

By: anjali

anjali — Fri, 04 Sep 2009 15:30:28 +0000

an excellent effort to share which can full a person with positivity & creativity as well. I am an Indian So i feel pride when someone praise.

By: Doreen Pendgracs

Doreen Pendgracs — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 16:48:18 +0000

Well said, Mariellen.

I share a commonality with you in that I also lost my parents at an early age. Particularly my mother, who I lost when I was only 13. She died from cancer and it made me realize (once I had matured a bit) how short and precious life can be.

My parents had always been saving for “rainy day.” Well … it never rained on my mother. She died before she and my father could enjoy any of the dollars they had been saving.

So I vowed from any early age that I would live every day as though it might be my last and that has brought me great pleasure and enabled me to do much more than some of my friends, family and colleagues — who “plan” and never “do.”

By: bb

bb — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 10:25:13 +0000

I am happy to have found this blog and looking forward to each post of yours.