Write Words

Hi!

I realized this morning, for the first time ever, how weird it is that we assess our sleeping when we wake up in the morning.

Young people don’t do this, just us oldies.

How was your night? How did you sleep?

I have no idea why we do this or why I’m writing about it. It could be because so much has happened in the past few weeks that this morning was the first time I woke up with clear space in my head.

It’s the kind of deep thinking that comes with three college degrees and a lifetime of spiritual questing.

To recap: son one moved across the country and his partner started biz school in NC, son two got married in Minnesota; only daughter left for college 2,268.5 miles away and …

I finished writing my book 🥳.

I forced myself to focus on this project when I got back from Montana: I wrote in the middle of the night when it was very quiet, I wrote in the chilly early morning sitting beside a lake until my fingers got numb, I wrote while I was visiting my parents. I wrote until I finally wrote the last sentence and I feel really good about it.

I actually quite love it.

At first this book was two books, then it was four lectures, and it ended up being one book.

I need to fine-tooth-comb it, and my talented artist nephew is thinking about a graphic that might accompany, but otherwise it is written and I have found a printer whose work I think is beautiful. I feel oddly complete and satisfied. I have sifted through my experiences and distilled what I believe to be truths about life and death.

I feel like I can move on into the mystery of whatever is going to come next. As the church begins the process of finding a new pastor and some very good ones present and my kids settle into their new things, with the completion of this project I feel a lightness. I am closer to ready to receive whatever new idea needs a vessel for manifestation in this world.

I hope you slept well last night. And I hope you have a beautiful day today. Thank you so much for indulging me in the thing I have loved to do ever since I was a little girl: write words that explain the contents of my heart.

xomo