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Truth tuning in: A lifetime with a pen

My morning writing gets more interesting when I wake in the dark. It shows me that I’m coming back to who I thought I was long ago—sometimes from a nighttime journey in a dream, aligning with something bigger and making room for what’s important in my life. Mornings are inspirational and engaging, where dark turns to light, when birds start chirping. I have tremendous trust in these moments.

My thoughts shine the way—here in words, here in solitude—witnessing my best thoughts allow seeds of who I am to come forth. I’m trusting first, sharing second. I ask myself what must be released within my mind to move forward to my best day, ailment-free, while keeping my heart shining. It’s also a time to reinoculate myself with good boundaries, potions and conversations.

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Psychology of allowing people in

I’m in a networking group, and with that comes lots of education on marketing yourself. What I thought was natural for me has risen to the surface in a new form, now reaching out for my attention.

There is a lot of discernment required in deciding who you are in the face of the public. Your identity—the one you feel comfortable articulating to others—matters.

It’s important for me to connect with people who know how to listen, know how to pause…

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I finally published my book

I finally published my book. Fifteen years in the making. I needed to emotionally distance myself from the content before publishing.

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Book description:

My Secret Innuendo: In the Tiniest House of Time is a collection of poems and creative expression written during the most raw years of a woman’s life, finally given room to breathe after more than a decade has passed. One angle is a woman speaking to the animus, the inner masculine of Jungian psychology; in another she is speaking to her higher power. Who is listening in any given poem is left open. The title itself is a quiet metaphor: words and memories stored within a house in the mind, timeless yet suggestive and evocative. If you've ever needed permission to feel everything at once—and read or write about it—this book is for you.

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