We have been busy putting the final touches on my new book and scheduling events and book signings.
I am both nervous and excited. To expose the shadow side of things -of people- is to rile up defenses. To illuminate the things that one has experienced that may seem different to society is to set one’s spirit out in the light. To write one’s memoir is to be brave.
“So why write it?” I have been asked. Because I am a writer. I have no choice but to write. I get up, I breathe, I write. In that order.
This book may expose the shadows (which I had to fight very hard to release my self-imposed secrecy of) but its main job is to illuminate the path for others.
“Why is this book important?” I ask myself, as if I am already being interviewed by Oprah.
Because silence is suffocating and we have stopped talking. Our children no longer look to the skies and recognize eagles. Our young people have no idea why they carry around feelings of knowing and intuition. They suffer from anxiety and low self esteem. The healers of old stayed quiet out of fear. To stay quiet is to let hundreds- if not thousands- of highly sensitives, intuitives, medicine people continue to try to be normal. To take anti-depressants (which lead to suicide in Intuitives). To possibly never take their place among the people as the seers, light workers, healers, and powerful workers is to allow the darkness to remain as a fog over the world that desperately needs every generation of medicine people to rise.
My book is now available on Amazon. I am offering the opportunity to my amazing blog readers to be the first to own this book. It is on Kindle and in paperback.
I am honored to have been chosen to experience it and to write it. Wado!
“I had the best day today,” I told my husband when he called me on his way home from work yesterday.
“Oh yea, what did you do?”
“I went to see Maryjane’s dance class and then had lunch with our girls. And I wrote most of the day.”
I am writing my memoir. I am my own worst critic. Aren’t you a little young to be writing your memoirs? What makes you so special that you should write a book about your life? They might be voices from my past that just keep following me around.
I am writing my memoir. I realize that most people have not experienced many of the things I have like working and learning from Native American elders and seeing miracles and healings and dozens of eagles circling my house. Most people don’t look at others and see tumors and broken hearts and see where the break in the bone is. I am a medical intuitive and am very psychic.
On the other hand, there are a fair amount of people like me that feel alone or do not understand their situations. There are folks who were not nurtured as children, or who are stuck in abusive relationships, or who are highly sensitive to everything and those that are clairvoyant, and those young people that are desperately trying to be “normal” and society has labeled them mentally ill or ADD. There are people that need to know they are important and special and need to know how to embrace, understand, and move forward with their great gifts.
There are a million reasons why I need to write my memoir. And I am. It is flowing out of my fingertips faster than I can write and I am fascinated by what is coming out. I feel like a bystander transcribing a medicine woman’s journals. We are going to talk about that? Oh yea, I remember when that happened. Oh, those were good times. Yes, talk about that, that was scary…amazing…beautiful…devastating…real.
I want to blog about planting potatoes and spring crops and spring herbal remedies and changes but I cannot. I am writing my memoir and it is fascinating and the Universe is quite insistent that it get done. I cannot wait to share it with you. Right now I need another cup of coffee and I will begin my new day’s work, writing.