If you’ve seen some of my recent posts, you know that a theme for me lately has been allowing myself to be seen. During the quarantine, I finished up a long-standing project and published my first memoir. In addition to that, I’ve been making the videos that I’ve been telling myself I’d make for years. And it hasn’t been easy.
Starting my own business, Fair Winds Reiki & Mindfulness, was like a calling for me. Once I did my Reiki training, I fell in love with it and wondered “Why have I never heard of this before?” The truth is that I had… but not from the right person at the right time in my journey. Once I embraced Reiki, and allowed it to embrace me, I wanted to help others experience this amazing healing art that’s still a miracle to me even after all these years. And with that, Fair Winds Reiki & Mindfulness was born.
This business has evolved, and pushed me to own and utilize all of my strengths and experiences to be of service to others. Two roles that have always been dear to me, but forever beyond my reach were artist and author.
I’ve been drawing and crafting with my mom for as long as I can remember. I even studied fine art in college because I loved it so much. But as I studied the masters, Michelangelo and Da Vinici in particular, I compared myself to them and came up very, very short. How could I ever call myself an artist?
My love of art delivered me to a new love, travel, and I changed track and started teaching ESL as a means to travel the world and help my students reach their goals with English. I set aside my charcoal and paint brushes, but I continued to write. I kept journals and wrote poetry which I hoarded away from prying eyes who might judge me. While living in Turkey, I started a blog to let my mom know that I was OK. I was shocked when colleagues started complimenting me on my writing and referring to posts I never expected anyone but my mom to read.
When I came back to the States, the story of that year in Istanbul burned in my mind, begging to be shared. I began to write, usually during NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I wrote, and rewrote, and edited, and added… for six years. I don’t know if I ever really intended to put it out in the world.
We all have our strengths, and when we have the courage to own them in the service of others, magical things can happen. We can change the world.
There’s someone out there who needs your light. Are you willing to shine?