These words that I read in my last book really touched me. I read them over and over. I earmarked the page. I typed them out:

“I do remember the things he told me, his own stories. He had a need to hear them told, I think. I don’t think he heard himself, it was more in the way of praying that some folks have, repeating words for the sound.

He was always reminding himself what others expected of him and why those things were good and necessary. I wonder if he’ll ever find his way. He always felt far away from me, even when he slept beside me. A man away from himself.”

It touched me in many ways: We all have a need to tell our stories; to hear the words vibrate outside of ourselves.

I felt the truth of the importance of hearing the stories we speak. To really HEAR the words. So often our words, our stories, are just on auto-pilot. We don’t even hear ourselves.

I thought about the impact of living unconsciously, just repeating words for the sound.

I felt the sadness of having to remind ourselves what others (society, friends, family, bosses) expect of us and trying to convince ourselves to bend in order to comply. And how if we bend too much, we lose our way.

I was reminded that living by other’s expectations distances us from our truth. We become far away from ourselves. And if we’re far from ourselves, we cannot connect with anyone else, no matter how close we are physically.

If you’re interested in telling your story, in having a guide to help you really hear it; If you’ve lost your way among all the outer expectations; if you are a woman away from herself, I have openings for 1:1 consultations. I would be honored to help you back to yourself.