These are the first few paragraphs from my book “Healer” which will be published in 2017.
I have a roving passion for putting the pieces together when it comes to my history and relationships. I can sit with it pensively if I have some tea but that gets old. It’s too curious not to talk about it.
Many people who know me would say I’m a deep thinker and that I think an awful lot, that I’m different or odd. Excessive introspective rumination can be hard on the body and fattening to the ego, but if the heart is involved, I’ve found that it balances out. I feel I do balance out my passion like two people on a teeter totter. It is much more fun if your weight is about equal between the mind and the body.
Being a writer, I’m not the kind of person to just let the puzzle pieces float in the air like fireflies. I want to grab them, bring them down to earth and figure out why they glow by themselves. I’m not sure why my life has been so fragmentary and synchronous compared to others but it has. I don’t resist it. I accept it and even try to be nobly entertained by it. I hope I can offer you a different perspective and show you another shrouded angle that you’ve never heard of to give you pause.
I did plenty of raucous, carefree, haphazard living in my youth that was far from serious, but my quality of life went up when I balanced it with being focused and serious as well. Life isn’t all kittens, flowers, and platitudes. Sometimes you have to buy a plane ticket and fly somewhere you’ve never been before; even meet people you’ve never met before. No matter where I went, I felt like someone was watching over me and I was safe. I wasn’t particularly taught that as a child but I can’t remember feeling any other way. That feeling is like my favorite sweatshirt or my favorite pair of silky dress pants that hang well on my waist.