Stories From Remembering Myself
Remembering Myself was never a straight-line story. It was written through memory, image, symbol, grief, revelation, and the threads that kept leading me back to myself.
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The pieces gathered here are short adaptations from the book—
small doorways into that larger journey.
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Each one carries a different part of the remembering: the body, loss, creation, prophecy, belonging, and the moments when something long buried began to return.
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They aren’t the whole story.
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They are places to enter.
READ EXCERPTS FROM REMEMBERING MYSELF
Excerpt From The Woman in the Red Dress
A glimpse of a woman wholly at home in her body opened a door I had spent years keeping closed.
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Excerpt From Painting My Way Through Loss
When everything familiar fell away, painting became the thread that carried me through grief and back toward myself.
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Excerpt From The First Prophecy Revealed
A prophecy about surrender, mystery, and the life beyond struggle became a thread I would carry for years.
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Excerpt From The Call of Sacred Ground
Some places don’t simply welcome us. They recognize us. The desert was one of those places for me.
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In My Own Voice
Velvet Night–a reading from Remembering Myself
