How my journey began

“Now we begin…“ Those three words burst into my consciousness as I sat alone in the woods— pouring out my story to the trees, the squirrels, and the sky above. It was desperation that had driven me to that mountain hermitage where I’d spent the last two days in silence in solitude listening for Divine guidance in the midst of a profound life crisis.

The restful quietude did my body and soul some good, but no flashes of insight came until the final hours of my stay. Those words came with such clarity and authority that a dam broke in my heart, releasing a torrential outpouring of tears that had pooled behind it over some forty-five years of life. From the outside, it might have appeared I was having a breakdown. On the inside, I knew it was the breakthrough I had been seeking. With fresh eyes, I began to see where the path had been leading all along—not with complete understanding, but I became willing to surrender to the journey.

That was October 2010. Since then, the road has been a meandering one, with many twists, turns marked by brave choices and fearful resistance. While my outer life remained relatively unchanged, I said yes to each nudge of spirit that felt in alignment with my true self and the slow revelation of my calling.