After years of practice, my body knows meditation is a need and craves the time. Meditation has changed many aspects of my life. It has brought light to dark moments in my life, past, and present. It has allowed me to lengthen my reaction time, to be more aware of my thoughts and speech.
Adoption is not a fairy-tale, happy ending, or butterflies and rainbows. It’s complicated relationships full of grief surrounded by individuals who are doing their best to live life, love unconditionally, and educate the masses on the complex emotions that we all battle daily.
I am a one-man-band behind the scenes, marketing and promoting on my own. Besides hiring my editor, I have been the one writing press releases, making connections, promoting myself, formatting, publishing, and of course, writing on my own!
Some experiences are simply too meaningful to express properly. I wish you all could have been there to feel the pure magic of positive energy vibrating in a single room.
Nothing about this post should make you feel uncomfortable. Nothing about seeing a therapist should feel shameful or bring embarrassment to myself, to my family, to anyone!
“Do you want to see something?” With the squeal of a teenager.
“Yes.” She said with a mischievous smirk.
If you are eager to get a signed copy in your hands please send me your email! You’ll be the first to know when and where A Seemingly Unfillable Heart becomes available.
For centuries we have armored up, thrown our capes on our backs, hauled our children on our hips, and walked not in our own trauma but the trauma of our sisterhood, our ancestors, our mothers, and the womanhood of warriors that will come after our time.
I believe the most important thing you can say to a woman who is considering adoption is — you have a choice. You always have a choice and I will support you either way.
Over the years, I have found that grief plays a role in every relationship that I have. The fear of abandonment stills rests on my chest if I allow it. I understand that life can change in an instant, and that brings more light and awareness to living in the now.
Do you create a word for each new year?
A word that you focus on for the next 365 days; something that brings you joy or pushes you to become better. I’ve been watching my friends and family share their “Word for 2019” on their social media accounts, and I have been eager to do the same, as I do every year, but nothing was speaking to me.
I was a prisoner to my own mind. When you feel physical or emotional pain, you have space where you go (in your mind) or words that you use to comfort and soothe yourself.
At the root, my story does not differ from any other birth mother’s tale— the same heartache, loss, grief, sadness, and longing ooze from our fingertips.
Not a single day has passed, on my adoption journey, where I didn’t feel loved, accepted, and supported by these four people in my life.
It’s been almost a week and I still feel such joy in my heart. I can’t wait to continue to share my story with you all. It is a privilege!
The hole in my heart that took me years to accept is overflowing with JOY! The greatest and purest JOY and LOVE of a mother!
