October, autumn, the best season ever.

What I’m finally reading… Mindhunter written by John E. Douglas and Mark Olshaker.

What I just listened to and read at exactly the right moment, signs I needed because I was feeling really bad about the book I just handed to my editor full of f-bombs and total weirdness…

Book Mama, Linda Sivertson’s Beautiful Writers Podcast with Anne Lamott and Glennon Doyle Melton, touched upon f-bombs and shared a passage that I’ve lol’d to before by Anne Lamott which reflects a similar conversation I’ve had with my daughter ❤️… and … Ross Rosenberg’s podcast which also touched upon expletives and anger and the experience of the book I refer to above. And today, Seth Godin’s Two kinds of limbo, reminding me of this moment I wrote about for Elephant Journal a few years ago. All helped me feel a little better about my own insecure crazy.

P.S. This site is still under construction. 😉

Accept the Calling

To accept the calling to write and shine should be so easy, right? I mean, it’s my favorite pastime after all. Creating and getting thoughts out and learning and expressing and connecting and sharing. Something’s calling me to do it, yet I’m scared of really putting myself out there. Why is that? I don’t think it has to do with seeking acceptance and approval. I think it has to do with how it feels to truly be seen and understood even though that’s what I most desire.

I can get behind accepting the darker ancillary aspects of my calling to write and speak, like becoming an advocate for sex trafficking victims, promoting awareness about covert abuse and manipulation, and a few others I’ll go into later. I also have light, laughter, and love to share as I explore my curiosities and educate myself about subjects, people and places.

I have been called and I promised to accept, listen to and follow this calling wherever it takes me. So, here I am. I’m also called to share of myself. My struggles, my accomplishments, my insecurities, my imperfections, and my curiosities. All of it. I’m here to show you we’re not dead, until we’re dead. We can begin again, over and over until we feel we’ve gotten it right—keep going until we feel we’ve fully grown into and embraced ourselves. And then, grow some more.

I am called to show that it is a spiritual journey we’re all on whether we’re aware of it or not. I’m aware of it, so that is how I will write. It’s magical and has many lessons. We must listen.

I’m rounding out two years of “the dark night of the soul.” I’ve included a link to Eckhart Tolle’s description of this phenomenon. I know it’s come full circle. I feel it in the sturdiness and grounding of my bones. I feel it in the hairs that stand alert on my body. And, in the whoosh of love that floods me when I consider what I’m called to do.

I continue to learn more and more and don’t fully understand anything, but thankfully this journey is coming to an end. New beginnings and new life are ahead as I accept this end, thank it, and let it go. I release it completely and walk forward into my calling with acceptance and gratitude.

I feel bold saying: I hope to inspire and be a friend. Those are the best words I can come up with right now.

Please join me on this journey. Let’s connect and speak our truth. Let’s share what inspires us, what we’re curious about, what we don’t understand, and what we’re nudged to investigate. Together we can own our space, release the old, and accept our calling. Show me your truth as I show you mine. This is going to be a fun and joyful adventure!

The more we connect our journeys, the better our world will be.