I would never have called myself a writer, especially because my husband, Peter D. Conn was a professional writer most of his life. During our twenty-two-year relationship, I lived in the shadow of the success of his accomplishments as a writer. However, since the passing of my beloved Peter on November 2, 2013, I have had revelations that surprised me! I realized that the story about our spiritual journey over the past decade wanted to be told. I could feel that its importance was something that I owned, and it could not come into the world without coming through me. I followed my heart, knowing that my inspirations penetrated the profound calling of my soul — like sunlight percolating into the room.
At first, with an urgency in the early hours of the morning, I began to awaken to an inclination to write. Was this a voice inside of me telling me to explore this idea? My life had not always been about the soulful experience, even though there were many twists, turns, and synchronicities that showed up along the way. I felt this endeavor was a part of a dance of courage unfolding before me.