Over the years, friends have suggested that I write a book. I could not deny a gift for writing, and at times, for providing words that heal at the precise moment that a loved one was seeking a symbol of hope. However, much of my life was burdened by self-loathing and self-doubt, and I found it impossible to imagine such a path opening before me. And yet, it seems that the Universe was unwilling to abandon me, the way that I had abandoned myself. Thank you, dear Universe, for your continual nudge in the direction of the manifestation of my soul’s true purpose, delivering me from darkness and into the light – again and again.
The thing about writing a book, in the current era, is that a writer apparently must provide her own following for a publisher to find interest. While I do have an extremely supportive community connected through social media, my world has previously been rather limited. So, here I am, dear world, offering my light to each of you, with a dream of expansion beyond the crumbling boundaries of my former false belief. I would be so thrilled to have your company on this next phase of my journey. Will you take my hand and join me for a peaceful stroll of reflection and illumination?
We are never alone, for we are all one. So grateful for your presence on this path.