i have tried to find the exact translation of wholeheartedness in French but the word is not even listed into the basic dictionaries it looks like it does not exist which says a lot about our social behaviours…
Wholeheartedness for me is about being fully engaged, it is a kind of honesty to myself, it is a powerful and irresistible feeling, something deep coming from my inner self. It talks about attention to others and the world, unconditional love and hope. It is about being courageous and brave enough to assume who I am and who I am not – interpreted in my workplace as having a communication problem 🙂 It is about playing your own role and not wearing a mask, it is about removing the nail polish hiding a broken nail. It is about being who I am and accepting my own magic. It is about refusing to fit the box is about showing my bare self to the world.

It is about living with a wild soul… Just a few words about Christian Bobin a wonderful contemporary French author and poet.

” a young lady falling down on the floor and her soul falling right next to her, her limbering soul. The white dove gassed and suffocated by the weight of her own blood. The young lady wakes up in the hospital, she is leaning on her pillows and looking around and inside of her: no more soul. Her body is working ok, her hands can take, her lips can say, her eyes can cry. Everything is ok except the soul. Her boyfriend must have brought it with him. How can he be so distracted? She leaves the hospital, comes back to normal life but no soul still. It is not visible, it is not audible, it does not prevent her from anything. We can very well live without a soul. It happens very often and there is no reason to make a big deal of it. The only problem is that things don’t come back to you when you call them by their names. You can be absent from your own life and cheat everybody about this absence – everybody except animals, trees and things. How to reach out to what is giving away, how to go back to immediate and simple life? Love passed through you like the red fires over the forests of Provence. It will take years before the grass can grow up again, before a new love can come and populate the place of a disaster, the place of a disaster it is the whole of you.What to do? First thing is start with the urgency, you cant continue going out without any soul to wear, without any laugh in your eyes. Let’s talk about your eyes. Your eyes which can only cry or read. If they don’t cry they read, they read and one day they read a full page of Rilke, and another one and another one and here come all of the birds of the soul back to you when you open the book. Your suicide was a success just as well as all failed suicides. You had lost much more than life. RIlke feeds you one poem after another, one image after another. Truth comes back with the bare speech. The soul comes back with the truth… “