Welcome to Following the Whispers blog
Thank you so much for taking the time to visit. Hope you enjoy your stay. I blog here whenever I feel the need. This blog was created at the time my memoir came out, in February, 2009. Its motto was: creating a life of inner peace and self-acceptance from the depths of despair. Now, my focus is sharing this journey we call life.
“Only one thing is more frightening than speaking your truth, and that is not speaking it.” Naomi Wolf
“We are called human beings, not human doings.” Wes Nisker, Buddhist teacher
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs…(And) if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.” Theodore Roosevelt
Monday, September 27, 2010
I revisited the journal I've kept over the last year since the "voice" came to me in Scotland and asked me to tell its story. It was a way of re-connecting, since I haven't written a word in weeks. The entire process, from the moment I heard that whisper, to now, has been transformational, spiritually, emotionally and even physically. One of the things that came through loud and clear is that I musn't abandon the writing. I must find a way to manage my energy so that I can write, sing, and live a full life with family and friends. As hard as it feels sometimes, it is the next step in my spiritual journey, so unless I am willing to ignore who I am and what is important to me, I must continue.
I visited the New Mexico State Fair on Saturday, meandering by myself while hubs ran his model railroad trains. Had the feeling I was an alien from another planet amongst all the men and women wearing cowboy hats, boots and jeans. Sometimes the New Yorker in me surfaces unexpectedly, even though I've been living in the Southwest for 16 years now. But put me in the midst of barns, barnyard animals, cowboys and country music, and I definitely feel a bit displaced. It's fun, though, to people watch.
Do you ever feel like you don't belong? If so, when and where?