One of my favorite quotes from the preface is,
There is a popular cliche that states, “Where one journey ends, another one begins”. But where, when and how do endings and beginnings define themselves? What determines the direction our lives take? What aspects of our character define who we are and where we are going, or where we have come from even? What events shape us, what sets us out on a journey to begin with? Are we ever not on a journey? Some people have an awakening moment. Others read a book and say “This is it!”. Still others may experience a tragedy or miracle that changes the way they see life. Our paths are sometimes defined by major life altering events, but more often than not they are really defined by the constant string of messy moments that make the unfolding of life a very beautiful thing.
For us, this book was always going to be written. As with all things in life from a higher perspective it is all unfolding perfectly. However, we never imagined the how or when or in what context. And so it was... over a tea my beloved asked me... "What could I do right now?" The context of the question was understandable. We had started housesitting and our little charge required minimal caring for and there is only so much time you can spend on facebook and other website. He needed something to sink his teeth into. The book actually spilled out onto the computer screen as if having been waiting for years to be given a place to be. The words of our hearts were seeking wings... and a space to fly. It so happened that we were house sitting in an author's home and feel this may have contributed to the supportive energy we felt. With our little charge, "Yin", serving as a mascot the pages filled quickly 60,000 words in less than 6 days. One of the most interesting things about the process of writing it all out was that everything became so much clearer. We had talked about our journey at least a million times with each other and in different conversations with friends... but it was like watching a jigsaw puzzle assemble itself. It seemed as though our perspective of our journey was being healed and re-written as the words settled onto the pages, much like falling into your favorite chair at the end of a long hard day. Rest... peace... the words exhaled... sighing... it is done. We saw every event from different vantage points as we knew from the beginning that this would never be a book about blaming or shaming, but claiming and owning who we had always been and who we were becoming. You see... everyone has a story to tell... and every story can be told in a million different ways. But what is more reflective of who we are... the story itself or how it is told? If everything that happens in our lives is leading us to something bigger, something greater, something that reflects our highest joy, maybe it isnt the WHAT that matters, but the way...
