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

Saturday, April 30, 2016

what's next?

I took this last week to regroup and let me tell you, it was sorely needed. I made a list of all my activities and I meditated and prayed about each one to discern what my heart wants to keep doing and what I need to let go of. I did this because I haven't written anything since my novel came out in October and people, let me tell you, I'm not a happy camper when I'm not writing. Why? Because writing helps me make sense of my world. No wonder I was feeling muddled.

The result of this contemplation was that I needed to let go of this dance group I joined about six months ago, Sophisticated Ladies. It required two days of practice (two hours each one), plus extra time at home learning routines, plus going to gigs. This in addition to my three days per week (two hours each) and going to gigs for Sugartime. Plus the two different tap dance classes I'm taking. No wonder I had no energy to write!!!

The day I reached the decision to quit the group, the writing began to flow again. Ideas for a book (or series of essays) I had several years ago began to bubble up and demand attention. I am energized in ways I haven't been for quite awhile. I'll share a bit more about this project as soon as it fully gels in terms of what it wants to be.

Till then...


Sunday, April 17, 2016


Well, we were supposed to go to New Orleans for a week. First, hubby's boss asked him to take his computer with him to be on call. Then our flight to was cancelled and we couldn't re-book till the next day. Then our car rental fee doubled. When one other thing didn't work out, I looked at hubs and said, "I don't think we're supposed to take this trip." Surprisingly, he agreed. Also, surprisingly, neither one of us was too disappointed, except for not getting to spend time with two special friends we were supposed to meet.

My Sugartime partner is out of town. We have no plans on the calendar 'cause we weren't supposed to be home. So, I'm going to turn this week into a retreat of sorts in order to re-group. My energy feels scattered all over the place; I'm not writing and I'm missing it terribly.

So, good luck to all of you who are doing the challenge. I'm going to disappear from blogging till May.


Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Insecure Writers Support Group - April

Once again, thank you, Alex, for launching this wonderful group. Please visit Alex at www.alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com for all the details about how to participate.

I've not been blogging this month because most of the blogosphere is participating in the A-Z challenge and I've chosen not to do blog hops anymore.

I've been thinking about why I'm not writing. I know I'm busy with my two performing groups, rehearsing and doing gigs. And I'm taking tap dance lessons as well. But those activities are not the only reason. I think I'm disheartened. I try not to have expectations about results when I do things, whether it's writing or performing. But having spent six years of my life and many thousands of dollars to produce a book and to have virtually no sales is, well, disheartening.

The truth is, other than the small book tour I did when it launched, I did no other marketing. What does that tell me? Was I sabotaging myself? Am I too old for this game? Is there a lesson for me here that I'm just not seeing?

I don't have answers to these questions because I only just realized I was feeling disheartened yesterday. I do know that I was meant to write the book. That I couldn't not write it. Maybe that was enough for me. I learned so much about myself during that process and grew and changed as a result. Maybe that was the purpose. Who knows?

What I do know is that I can't allow what I deem to be a non-success stop me from writing other things. It's just that right now, that particular Muse remains silent.