About The Book.
Previously published on Substack 2/12/25.
Patience
As I have mentioned, I have written a book about my life.
It’s interesting to get to a place where I am actually excited for my memoir to be released. The roller coaster began with resistance and confusion around writing as my new medium. I know there are many writers out there who knew at a young age that writing was their calling. For me, in the beginning, words equaled vulnerability, and vulnerability equaled “No, thank you” from my ego. But as I gave my life over to living in service to Love, guided by my heart compass, I knew there was no escaping the work of expressing myself through words. To do this honestly, being vulnerable would become so familiar that I would accept this openness as part of the medicine of my gifts.
In my past life as a knitwear designer, I wrote patterns for hand knitters to make their own sweaters and accessories. It has taken time to understand that I have been writing all along. The medium of words has always been there. And, in a way, I am still writing patterns. The patterns are now the weavings of stories from my life.
Somehow, the weavings called to me, so I listened. First, I was meant to share how I lost myself. Then, how I found myself transforming toward wholeness. The secret storyteller within me began to breathe. I wrote as the soaring, sky-high eagle gazing down at the land of life. I wrote from a place of trust, not only accepting the medium but embracing the experience. Sentences became dances, with vulnerability vibrating through each movement. Every story carried a resonance—of truth, of finding the beauty of life, of healing—flowing from my heart to whoever is out there and will be on the receiving end of the dance.
The process of book writing progressed, and as much as I tried to stay in trust, the roller coaster carried me from acceptance to fear last summer as I nervously wondered how it would feel when people actually read about some parts of my life. Regardless, I charged forward and hoped to release the book last fall. It turns out that writing, copy-editing, polishing, tweaking, and self-publishing take the time they take. With each passing month since October, I have grown increasingly ready for the mystery of what comes next.
Patience has been required of me. Patience has helped soften fear into excitement. Patience has reminded me to trust—in myself, my guidance, and the timing itself.
Releasing The Sound of Center: A Memoir of Listening this spring will be a blessing. I know my work is moving in a healing direction, and I hope this book serves as a reminder to those navigating the dark night of the soul—they are not alone.
