There is a reason that it has taken me so long to write this book.
“Coqui Ashui,” my friend and Comanche elder would say. “Be brave before the people.” To write one’s life story is indeed brave. To divulge every secret means that relationships may be altered. Unrepairable. A good book will leave the reader filled with emotion. By challenging beliefs and opening up my spirit to the world, I risk leaving myself open to criticism and backlash.
Yet, the resounding voice in my head pushed me forward. I must write these words. There are folks out there like me that may find comfort from knowing that there is an entire tribe of us that span the world but we were all taught to be quiet. Quiet about neglect, about abuse, about abilities and gifts, and enchanted happenings and brilliant triumph and peace. And we all need the lessons of medicine people from different walks of life.
I originally wrote a book that was a point by point way of embracing the beauty of the world and living to one’s fullest. However, it came out like a text book. I wrote my story as if it were a novel. That way I didn’t have to be afraid. It came out shallow and devoid of life. I am nervous, but it is written now. The whole story. The whole beautiful, amazing story. It was healing and inspiring to write. I loved reliving my lessons with the Native American medicine people, and seeing just how enchanted our life is. The birds that flock around us and the eagles that circle our house. The owls. The people we have met. The lessons I have learned. The path to now. It is all lovely and part of a bigger plan. I am humbled and honored.
The witches, the wise ones, the medicine people, the psychics, the lovers of the enchanted world, the ones trying to be normal, those that are too sensitive, the beautiful healers and wisdom keepers…they will be not be silent any longer.