Starting over frightens me. But what’s worse is to continue down a path that is wrong for my soul. I’ve been writing my book, “Kindling the Native Spirit”, (with my deadline the 28th of February looming) and over these last weeks, it has lay increasingly limp and lifeless. The magic was gone and I didn’t know exactly what happened Then this morning I had a realization. I saw that by meticulously trying to document and research every sentence I wrote, I had yielded to a subconscious effort to “please” the small but dedicated group of people who try to intensely disavow anyone who writes about native practices (especially if that person has a background in new age beliefs). By trying to justify my every word, the book had lost its radiance and vitality. I’ve been subconsciously spending so much time thinking about ways that I might be judged (and trying to defer those judgements) that I lost my passion and lost my voice . . . to the point where yesterday I considered dropping this project. But this is not who i am. I do not give up. I do not allow my life to be run by fear. So it’s time to start over. This time I’m going to write from the fire in my soul Those that will judge, will judge . . . no matter what. Although I’m scared about what it means to start over with so little time, what scares me more is to write from fear rather than from my heart. (I wish I would’ve realized this sooner, but it is what it is.) I’m dusting myself off and starting again. I’m writing what I know. I’m writing what I’ve learned and gained over the years. I will share from the core of my being to the core of your being. And the hell with naysayers. Please wish me luck..I think I may need some in the weeks ahead.
via Facebook.
0 Comments