Coming home

“Man’s ideal state is realized when he has fulfilled the purpose for which he is born. And what is it that reason demands of him? Something very easy – that he live in accordance with his own nature.” — Seneca

I awoke this morning knowing I have “come home,” to living from a place of joy connected authentically to all that matters to me.   

Fully claiming myself as a heart-centered writer who uses the written word to teach, I place a new stake in the ground by owning the value of my unique talents—and knowing these “soft skills” are indeed needed, increasingly so in our fast-paced technical world where many have lost touch with their souls and with one another. 

No longer do I accept limits about how I can make a living at my calling, even though I know our purpose is not always related to the way we financially support ourselves.  My drive is to serve others, by sharing hard-earned wisdom in practical ways so others may suffer less and perhaps more quickly embrace joy and fulfillment.

I anticipate remuneration to be forthcoming soon, and commit more purposefully to delivering my words to the masses.   At the same time, I accept the love of writing for its own sake.  It grounds and nurtures me, and has often soothed and inspired others.  I managed the grief of my father’s death and celebrated his life’s contributions by writing about them.  I honored my mother’s horrific journey by asking God to deliver me the messages that served as her eulogy.  Sitting in my backyard studio at the time, exhausted, I placed my hands on the computer keyboard, and typed.  The words that came so impacted others that the editors at a major newspaper wanted to write a story about my mother’s challenging life.

 To excel at my writing, I have become more intentional about my morning walks on the beach or on quiet country roads.  They are part of my daily “work” routine, where I center in my soul to access the divine guidance I hear to share with my readers.  Sharing is a core requirement for me, part of my essence as a giver, who thrives in guiding others. 

I also accepted a part-time job (more about that in subsequent blogs) that eases the isolation of the writing and entrepreneurial lives I lead and provides additional insights gained from observing others.  Feeling enlivened by working in a team several hours a week, I am connected in real and practical ways to the pulse of humanity.

Those “on-the-edge thrills” I once lived in my upwardly mobile 20s are nothing in comparison to the satisfied feelings of contentment I have when I celebrate my private homecoming as a writer.  I now trust new doors for sharing my depth and expertise will open.

 We all have “a home” from which our uniqueness shines.  Taking the time to find and live from it is your path to joy.

 A special thanks to Beth Shedd for sharing her beautiful photograph with us today.  Coincidentally, I met Beth on a beach several years ago while vacationing with my children.  We immediately connected at the heart level, and she later became not only a friend, but a client.  Beth, a brilliant woman and loving mother, often expresses her joy through volunteering.



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  • Here’s to claiming joy in every moment! Gail, I love how you see that being in nature is a part of your “work” routine! I aspire to also own that quiet and fun time are important & necessary parts of my “work” routine also.

    • Gail says:

      Lyndra, as a woman who has always exuded joy, your comments are especially appreciated. Being in nature is such a replenishing gift, as you noted, particularly to those of us who are in
      the “giving professions.”

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