I like to say that my writing writes me. 20 years ago, these words came through me, not from me. I am grateful to be the hollow reed through which this music is played. Call it channeled. Call it inspiration. Say that it was whispered in my heart. Perhaps it is a gift from the Divine. In the interceding two decades, so much in my life has changed. I became an adult orphan when both of my parents passed. I loved my way through a few relationships. I left a job that I had held for 12 years that was both fulfilling and draining. I experienced several overlapping career changes. I published my first book and contributed to a few others. I said goodbye to dear friends as the transitioned to the other side of the veil and welcomed new ones into my life. I had a cardiac event/heart attack. I founded a movement called Hugmobsters Armed With Love. I raised my son as a single parent.  I became a mother in law and grandmother x 2. I traveled to Ireland. I interviewed His Holiness the Dalai Lama. I offered my first TEDx talk. Life had its way with me and continues to do so. Sometimes I surrender to what is. Sometimes, I fight it kicking and screaming. Mostly, I embrace it.

I offer this as a gift to you. May my words be of benefit