We blinked and it’s almost October.

At least it seems that way to me in this strange year of 2020 where everything feels like it’s moving at warp speed, yet chugging along in an “are we there yet?” fashion, making the concept of time feel both turtle and hare all at once.

And yet Fall Equinox just passed, the Harvest Moon is nigh, and Revelations of The Sky is coming out at the beginning of October, whose last rounds of read-throughs and edits reminded that almost a year has indeed passed since I penned the final pages in my Lamentations Trilogy.

I remember writing the last chapters and marveling at the process of completing a book whose pages once sat blank before me. I vividly recall finishing the sequel, Transformations of The Sun, in May of 2018, knowing I would write one book to complete the arc of the story, which tells of my grief journey over losing my brother, the power of love, and how my loss became the catalyst for completely reinventing my life.

One-hundred and thirty-three passages, I thought in June of 2018. I wonder what experiences will occur to fill these pages? How will the story end? Where will I be? Who will I become?

You’ll have to read the book to find out the full answer to that ;) , but what I will say for today is that I believe I became what I was seeking to be— what I could feel in my heart all along— but it happened in an entirely different way than what I expected.

I learned many lessons along the way including what it means to surrender the ideal of a dream in order to fully live and create the reality of a dream.

What I will also say for today is that the story ends exactly how the first book ends. And the second. And every story I write. And the greater story we are all living. And the story the universe is trying to tell us each and every day when we open our hearts and pay attention—

The story ends with love.

As I reflect in Revelations:

And so, the story ends where it began: with love. An ongoing ouroboros of transformation, shedding, releasing, growing and rebirthing every time we choose it. Love is the end and the begin.

And so it is.

What a strange and beautiful experience it is for us to be infinite souls on a human journey. This year of constant twists and turns perhaps more so than almost any other. Yet here we are.

Being reminded that the life we think we are living isn’t always the life the universe has planned for us.

Now so more than ever we need our spiritual connection, we need to know how to ground into love, and we need to remember how to return to our heart and find peace in order to navigate these times. And if things get really rocky, we find our way through breath by breath. Moment by moment. Day by day.

For today that simply means checking a few errands off the list and enjoying what is left of this extremely humid, somewhat lazy Sunday afternoon. Because October will be here soon, I have another book coming out, life is getting busy again after a season of still, and I’m excited for what’s to come.

I can’t help but notice it’s 1:43 as I write these words, which feels like an angel blessing of good things unfolding. I turned 43 last July, and since then the number 43 has been popping up everywhere. It feels like an encouraging sign that—

Yes, the road has been different than you expected with many more detours, U-turns, and seeming dead-ends, which were really just an invitation to make your own road, BUT you are on the right track. Stay with it. Stay with yourself. Keep believing.

You’re so close— don’t stop now.

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