HeatherThe little Heather who knew she would be an author at age 5 rallied during the 2010’s after many years of being put on hold for “someday” while young adult me was so very busy. This past decade, I have reflected deeply on what it is, in my heart of hearts, that I most want to write about. I found a direction and worked on it a great deal. However, even as I discovered more of what I wanted to write, and even as I wrote more, the shifts in the world around me left me with changing priorities and lots of introspective questioning to entertain before I would again have a clue.
I still don’t have a the certainty I would like, but I have some impressions that my intuition is trusting. So here I sit writing on a crisp, blue-sky Saturday, this time trusting that what I want to write in my heart of hearts…will be borne out in the act of writing itself. I know, I know…this is so obvious, right? It took me a while to acknowledge that THINKING has really always been my default…and ironically, it is my love of thinking itself that is quashing my desire to write.
So here and now, I set forth my intention to begin, and I thank you for being here to hear me into deeper speech (as many of my wise friends might describe it). I am afraid to be this vulnerable, but I trust that doing so will show me the path home.
May you be blessed in this new year! Talk to you again soon… 🙂 Heather
