Philosopher of Her Own Life

My cocooning period lasted nearly 2 years and is over. As the caterpillar disintegrates, melting into itself, it uses its own cells to reconstruct into what seems like a magical feat of transformation—the metamorphosis into a butterfly. My period of disintegration included months of introspection and shelves of self-help books, as fuel for reconstruction. By the end of the second year all of that had reached a plateau—and now felt like the time—the moment to resurface with the birth of a new pair of delicate wings. My first task fresh out of the chrysalis was to clear out my books, simplify and lighten my load. Donate those dusty novels I would never read again, and the pseudo-psychology-spiritual variety that seem to say the same thing over and over again, only they are written by different authors and therefore are delivered in different ways, themes, and words.

It was time to emerge and release the many thoughts and discoveries I made during this life transition. More than a few had already made their way out of me, onto paper, last year during early morning meditation hours, and I named them Morning Musings. With my bookshelves now empty, it was also time to bring in some new material and energy beginning with a New York Times bestseller, The Book of Awakening—Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have by Mark Nepo. It is written as a daily read beginning with January 1st, giving me the idea to begin my own exercise of daily spiritual/philosophical writing as a commitment for this new year. I expanded on the Morning Musings idea, to include thoughts and inspirations from throughout the day into night and birthed a new blog, Morning Musings, Evening Expressions—My Year as a Spiritual Writer and Philosopher of Her Own Life.

Originally the byline read: My Year as a Spiritual Writer and Philosopher, bringing up all kinds of self-dialogue—with the most usual suspect, "Who do you think you are calling yourself a philosopher?" So for now I will live with the more narrowly defined title of "Philosopher of Her Own Life" and in 358 more days, I will have a book of my own taking flight. Migrating soon to a bookshelf near you.