A book was never intended…

…I found the full manuscript and printed it out. As it was printed on four sheets of paper, it was split in a perfect way for me to begin my journey of love and further awakening.

I read the lines, over and over again, having them sink deeply into me.

I then allowed those lines, meant to be written about, show themselves to me. It was a feeling, a knowing, and I would start. In this first step I would only write two to four sentences on each part. Giving a basic interpretation and connection with my life and the life around us. No environment could keep this from happening. During my son’s wrestling practice I would sit and read, writing about the lines and what they meant in today’s world. While waiting in a doctor’s office I would pull out the papers and read them, connecting with the lines. Any where I went, so did the Xin Xin Ming.

I specifically remember a weekend when my daughter had a dance competition in a nice conference room center in Lancaster, PA. It was partly dark, music blaring, girls screaming and cheering, sequined costumes glittering across the stage, but there I sit and wrote, as if there was perfect stillness surrounding me. The words calling to me to connect and write about….