It started with a whisper.
It‘s hard to explain but it felt like God nudging me. The voice could barely be heard but it told me to take all my poems and put them together in a book. I also knew that all proceeds would go to good.
Days after my cancer diagnosis, it was hard to stay asleep. My mind tossed and turned as much as my body in the twisted and tear stained sheets. I awoke to a story in my head, it was a peddler with a potion. There were promises of seeing the world and all it’s beauty, living and loving to the full extent. Sounds wonderful, but there is always the fine print, the potion was cancer causing. I went downstairs to capture this moment. If God or an Angel were whispering, I may not have listened. In this case, they were standing on my chest. I could not breathe until I put pen to paper.
Weeks later, alone for the first time after my double mastectomy, seeing my body, my scars, unrecognizable, I captured my feelings into a poem. And from there it became part of my being. From feeling sad and unfamiliar, to hope and gratitude, my journal became a net to capture these moments and feelings.
Covid struck as I was living my life, cancer free for over six years. I was living, experiencing, loving, doing, exploring, and moving forward. Suddenly, everything stopped. Frozen, like it had during cancer. And ever so quiet. With a journal at my desk, I would write when the feeling came. Isolation, fear, loss and yet hope.
My book is available at goodmrkt, on my website or https://www.blurb.com/b/10811731-from-c-to-c
It would be an honor to have you be part of my story. Our voices have stories and meaning. Sometimes we just need that extra nudge. Sometimes we just have to slow down to listen.
