“The message behind the words is the voice of the heart”   Rumi 

And so it begins, another journey only this time with the knowledge that others are on the same path.

Today begins the first day of a forty day challenge.  Forty days of Self-Love.  Do you think you could do it?  

I’m joining Kim on Muse In The Valley and Tracie Nichols who have inspired me to come along for the ride.

It’s not something I’m particularily good at, being adopted and all but I want to start with another piece of me.  Adoption talk takes up so much room in my head and it’s taken me half the day to start this blog!

I’m going to start this day 1 with giving myself permission to acknowledge  me “the writer”.  

I haven’t been very good at seeing “her” at all or believing that she could write.  People told me I could but of course the inner critic grabs hold of the weakened self image created by that nasty word “adoption” and shakes it and says…”You…no not you…you aren’t any good at all”.

So, today I will embrace my writer self and set her free to write, and share the ups and downs of this journey.

I just won first prize in the Hay House non-fiction publishing contest and I still can’t believe that it was me…that it was my story that a group of esteemed judges decided to honour with first place.

FINDING HEART HORSE is my first memoir.  A book of survival.  A book of pain and a journey so profound I’m not sure I understand it all yet.  I do know, it had to be written and shared.  

So many of us struggle daily wondering what our purpose is, what our life was for and if there is really still hope in this world.  Young people as well as old are lost and without hope. I hope to take this book and show young people of the streets that if I can do it…so can you.  There is a reason and purpose for your life.  The second memoir is just about done.  THE WALL OF SECRETS is how I managed to get to a place of peace.  I had a wall of many drawers.  In each drawer from early childhood I would hide my secrets.  The drawers are empty now.  The journey of opening them and taking out the secrets was a painful one but I am still here.  I am now whole.  I am now at peace.  

And….I now have a blog and I have recognized the Writer Me.