When I was 13, I had a vision that was completely unlike anything I had ever thought about. In this vision, I am an adult climbing a set of outdoor stairs just as someone finishes delivering a laudatory introduction for a purportedly very wise woman. I step to the podium and look out at a stadium full of people applauding wildly. Suddenly I realize that I am the speaker and the packed audience has come to hear whatever wisdom I have to share.
That vision was so far outside of my teenage reality that I immediately forgot about it. Two decades later, I attended an intensive training which concluded with a spiritual teacher walking around the room, giving his vision for each of us. When it was my turn, he said that I would be a woman of wisdom whose advice people would seek. Just like that, I was reliving my childhood vision that I’d never thought of in all those intervening years. Since then, I’ve never forgotten it for very long, especially at those times when I felt like I had lost my way in life.
One such experience occurred when what seemed like emotional lava began erupting into my consciousness. First, the lava spewed forth into a poem, the next day into a short story, and on and on. It was all I could do to keep up with the creative flow, recording my thoughts during my morning walks then rushing home to type them up. When about 50 short pieces had spurted out with no apparent connection to one another, I spread them across a large table and began to group them by topic.
To my great surprise, a larger story was emerging. I then began writing in a more conscious way, filling in the gaps and creating transitions from one piece to another. Within 9 months from when my emotions began demanding to be voiced, my first book, Finding Her Way, was birthed. It tells the story of how I journeyed from a young woman trying to live by others’ and society’s expectations to finally finding her own voice and her own way.
I am grateful for all those, including my childhood vision, who’ve inspired me to find my voice and face life without apology. I wish the same for you: