Muriel is the Whole Sky!

It is not an easy task to know who we really are. Our versatile personalities force us to play a bit of a balancing act. So what is the constant of our identity? What can we rely on, no matter what?

Let’s join Paul and Pablo to see how they free themselves from the past to reveal their true essence!

A new pupil has just joined Pablo’s class: her name is Muriel. To help the children get to know each other, Pablo’s teacher has put them in pairs and asked the children to take turns to interview each other. All the interviews will be recorded and then put together to make a film for the class. It is kind of like a living photo, a sort of a dynamic snapshot. Pablo finds out that he is paired with Muriel. So she will be coming over to his house this afternoon and as the weather looks good, they can sit in the garden. Pablo has the morning to prepare his interview. He sits next to Paul at the breakfast table. They are both working in silence when Pablo says joyfully:

- Hey dad, I’ve got it! I have three questions for Muriel. They are: where do you come from? What do you like? And what do you want to do for a living?

- That sounds great! says Paul distractedly without looking up.

Pablo then gets back to other homework he has to do to pass the time before the afternoon arrives. And it is not long before Muriel is ringing the doorbell…

If this makes you eager to explore the spaciousness of our essence, this story is for you !

These short stories are co-created by Isabelle Caratti and Lexie Bebbington. Both are passionate about helping people experience life with more flow, ease, and love.

They look forward to your comments and feedback: (Isabelle) (Lexie)

Have a lovely week and see you soon with Paul and Pablo.




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Isabelle Caratti

Isabelle Caratti

I felt like an uprooted tree after a series of blows of fate. But do we need roots when we are made to soar? I turn prisoners of their lives into playful actors