I’ve been in Gold Beach, Oregon for the past ten days. My friends have a condo and offered it to me for a writing retreat. I love it here. The kitchen table sits opposite a long, rectangular expanse of window. At the center is a sliding glass door that opens on to a deck. And beyond the deck, alive in all her glory, is Mama Cocha, Mother Ocean.
I’ve been sitting at this table writing on my computer every day, sometimes for more hours at a time than I can believe. Talking out loud and staring at my fingers as they type letters that magically flow into words. I look up and stare at the ocean every chance I get, unite with her limitless, expansive, refined energy and ask it to flow through me. For vision. Clarity. To help me stay on Purpose.
Somehow I’ve become a writer. Words want to be written and expressed, and they show themselves to me many times throughout a day. I just returned from walking on the beach where, at the very end, a current of waves was arriving at the shore while others were leaving at the same time. This created a beautiful, expressive swirl worthy of a poem, and laughing, I began spontaneously reciting one out loud.
For my book I’ve written a timeline of my life that shows, just for my information, my unfolding as a healer. Awakenings I had during specific years. What a perspective!!!! I’ve had two feet fully committed to walking the path of healer for over thirty years. And now I’m realizing those very same feet are taking their wisdom and making a little turn onto the path of writer. I like it.
I have this new drive to express myself through the written word, not just in classes and workshops. This is a new chapter (no pun intended) of my life. Almost sixty-two and at the end of my second Saturn return, it’s time for me to take a deep breath and share my experiences in a bigger way. Make them accessible to anyone who might want to read about them while they walk along their personal path of healing and awakening.
A few months ago I wrote a little bit about experiencing a shamanic rebirth at Healing Quest. I’ve been gestating for seven months now and plan on (if that’s actually possible) arriving a little early –late April, when I’m in Peru, instead of May. A good place to be born, wouldn’t you say? Makes sense to me.
Here are a few Gold Beach pics:
YES!
bring on annie the writer!!! she has been gestating as long as i’ve known you and i am so happy to bear witness to her birth!! the world needs your story annie… thank you for continuously being open open OPEN to sharing it for the benefit of all. i love you love you love you. besos!!
Beautiful. Inspiring in a “sand between the toes” kinda way. Happy grit.
Oh how I love it! You who have touched me so deeply, in a way that has resonated for over twenty years. Blessings on all you do and I look forward to the book.
xoxo
Lisa
I love the Oregon Coast. How great to spend time there writing. The part of your post that jumped out at me was when you talked about walking your healer path with Two Feet. That spoke to me. And I know that I am walking my path with two feet for the first time this year as I go through my grad school training to become a professional therapist– something I have done with one foot for years! Thanks, Annie. I think about you more than you know. Raina.
The two hummingbirds… so balanced… how did you get that second where they sat there probably for only ONE second? The sunsets..woww!
What a blessing to have you getting the space you need to write what all of us will receive!
Thanks Annie, for keeping on listening to and now writing about your knowings.
It gives me a full body reminder to do the same; but I’m just starting with two feel in the listening world.
Love and deep appreciation
Salita
I am very happy for you. I am counting the days to read your story.
The place is inspiring. May the light be with you through out.
Fondly.
Hi Annie,
I am very happy for you and proud. Writing is a huge commitment and takes lots of discipline so good for you! And very good Ayni as is proof with having a free condo on the beach! I am eager to read a chapter soon, too.
Love, love,
Julianna
I love to watch you grow. the unfettered soul rising into the whole that life years to give. After my life’s trials, I am urged to ripen further and yield to the process that can appear to torment. The joy of your experience nurtures the weary and holds promises of fulfillment for each of us.