There seems to be a lot of push back lately on having a voice, saying the thing, sharing personal truth. I just finished Liz Gilbert’s book All The Way To The River and read commentary over and over in harsh reaction to her words and the words of others who dare to share their stories. As a memoir writer I can’t tell you why we put ourselves out there but I do know that it’s something that pulls from my heart as if it’s leading me to my own purpose. Today I’m not here to make a commentary on this book or any other book sitting on my nightstand containing the vulnerable stories that connect us all in our humanity. I’m here to support the sharing of stories, and how within each and every story there is always something waiting to be mirrored back to be seen within the playground of self understanding and the deepening of love. My writing today shares what that mirror held up for me and the reunification between a part of myself I was willing to abandon in the same way self protection was willing to self abandon for decades. Today I celebrate the stories we each carry and the connection within the vulnerability to share them. Your story, your voice matters. Much love, Marie ... See MoreSee Less
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