Why I Write

And Why This Book Matters

This isn’t just about writing—it’s about soulwork. About making beauty from brokenness and finding your way home through words. This is the story behind Seven Gates of Inner Light—and the deeper reason I write at all.

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Why I Write

I love writing. It’s been my passion since I was a child. I’ve always carried a notepad, scribbling thoughts as they rose. Even while working full-time. Even while caring for my dying husband. I simply could not not write.

Sometimes, a story taps me on the shoulder and insists on being born. Other times, I wake up wanting only to stay in bed, wrapped in silence. On those mornings, a small voice whispers—or shouts—“Get up and write. This is your job now.”

But writing isn’t a job. It’s my art. My healing. My way back to myself.

Years ago, I worked on an assembly line in a printing plant—eight hours a night, moving stacks of paper onto a conveyor belt. I quit that job with a promise to myself: Never again will I do work that lacks soul. And I’ve kept that promise, with very few exceptions.

Still, the inner critic sometimes returns, whispering that I should be doing more, earning more, producing more. It’s an old, familiar weight—one I now know how to climb out of. It takes a little whining, a little softness, and eventually, a decision: enough is enough.

Then I write. And writing saves me. Again.

Why This Book Matters

To be creative means to be in love with life… to bring a little more music to it, a little more poetry to it, a little more dance.
~Osho

In early 2023, something shifted. My body gave out. My life turned inward. And a new voice began to rise—quiet, but persistent.

It said: Write what heals. Share what you’ve learned. Light a lantern for the seeker.

That’s how my book was born—not from ambition, but from necessity. Not as a how-to guide, but as a companion. A soul offering for those walking their own path of healing, longing to come back into balance.

It’s not done yet. But it’s alive. And soon, I’ll be sharing more.

Thank you for being here—for reading, for walking with me.

In writing, I remember who I am.
In sharing, I remember we’re never alone.

We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.
~ Anaïs Nin