Today’s post is supposed to be another recipe, and I even made it so far as making the actual dish, but then…we ate it. Without getting any pictures. Or typing up a recipe. Or drafting up a post. And honestly, I can’t even feel bad about that because I’ve been terrifically, hopelessly, preoccupied with…”the book.” My book. The book that I started back in the autumn of 2012 and somehow, through a crazy twist of events, ended up completing only now–with more than its fair share of tears, sweat, and desperate prayers.
If I’d had any idea when I started that it would take me 6+ years to get to the point where I felt like I had created something worthy of sharing, well…I probably would have given up. Seriously, it’s been a long run. So with good reason that “minor” detail was made secret so as not to discourage me. I was kept blissfully in the dark as I powered along. But now here I am, here with you, and perched right on the cusp of handing over a piece of myself. Am I scared? A little. Exposing this stubborn ego of mine to the criticism that it loves so much is slightly…terrifying.
Am I crazy for even being here? Well…probably. This book could quietly live in my bookcase for years–forever, even–without me ever having to suffer that sharp stab of criticism; I could just quietly gloat over my accomplishment instead. But then what would be the point? Not that there isn’t a point to solitary creativity; in fact, I never feel more alive than when I’m creating. That direct connection to the Source, to all of that potent I-can-achieve-anything energy, is reason enough to create. But when I started looking at my life, and searching out ways to be better and make this world a kinder place, I found that this book is an ever-so-small something that I can offer. So to keep it safely tucked away seems like somewhat of a waste, and, well, pointless. And cowardly.
I feel like it’s my avenue to (hopefully) create change using what I’ve been given. And I realize that if even one person becomes vegan, or opens their heart and forgives someone a wrong, or uses their words/talents/hearts to make this world a better place, then this book will have done some good in the world. And since I understand that just one solitary good act can counteract countless evil acts, it seems kind of crazy,–or maybe even selfish–to worry only about myself and my potentially offended feelings. More and more I’ve been shown that courage, forging on in spite of the fear, is how to get things done.
I imagine that the people reading this post are mostly all still my Instagram friends, and over the past week you read about my book journey. When I started typing on Monday I thought it would be a three-day affair, but the more I wrote, the more I realized how much had actually happened to get me to this place. And three days somehow turned into six. And while my followers were probably “done” with the story by Thursday, I had to keep on writing until I reached the end. No matter how many days it took.
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But as I wrote it was interesting and enormously comforting to acknowledge all of the pieces and people that came together to nurture this book baby of mine. How one step led to another and still another. How God and Guru held my hand and guided me through the whole process. I asked, “But why?” in one of my posts, and I think it might have a lot to do with that one person I could potentially touch. Because isn’t “potentially” far, far better than nothing? I like to think so.
So, without further ado, my book is in the shop and available for purchase. I only printed 15 copies to start, so if you’re signed up for this blog, you’ve got first dibs. Just my way of saying thanks.
So that’s that. And just in case you were worried that now that the book is done I’ll be bored, never fear. I’ve already got another in the works. Because sitting still (beyond meditation) isn’t something I’m very good at.
Have a happy day, friends. And thanks, as always, for your support. With love ~ Melinda
(For those of you not on Instagram, but interested in the story of my story, you can find me here on Instagram. Find the photo of the hand holding the container of lotion and click on that for Part 1. Each picture following will lead you to successive parts, of which there are 6 in all. You don’t need an account to read, just to comment.)
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