“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.”Terry Pratchett
I know. So many of you have been asking me when my memoir about my time in the Kimberley will be available, because it’s literally been YEARS since I first started.
When will it be finished?
I had been asking myself that same question!
Because, you see, I’d gotten stuck.
This year, just before I went to Sedona I printed out the latest memoir version. Draft number nine. I bravely gave a copy to Trishy (my awesome PA) and Christi (my awesome community manager), and kept one copy for myself.
As I read the latest draft I groaned. It wasn’t even finished. I’d stopped three quarters of the way through and there was no ending. I’d forgotten that this version wasn’t complete. But I didn’t have time to think about that, because I had to pack and get myself on a plane.
After my conference, and when I arrived at Sedona, all kinds of synchronicities began to happen. I felt my Aboriginal Aunties with me every step of the way, as I went off to find and work on Songlines, as I did work with the Vortexes and the Sedona Portal. It was all stuff they had shown me, and I even had their crystals from the Kimberley in my pockets and handbag.
None of that stuff about Songlines was in my manuscript. I’d left out so much, because I was worried about being judged.
Silly, Nicole, I thought to myself as I kept doing my energetic practice in Sedona. They are going to judge you anyway. They will laugh or mock anyway. But there will also be people who understand, or who are hungry to learn more. You should put that in the book.
All week in Sedona I remembered more important things that I had discarded because I thought they would be controversial or make me look mad.
Oh well, I thought. Maybe I AM mad. I should put that all in the manuscript. If I’m going to tell the story I need to tell the whole story.
Now I am home. And each morning my fingers fly across the keyboard or lean heavily on the delete key. So many words have to be thrown out, to make way for more important ones.
My story has life again, and a sense of urgency.
I can’t wait to share it with you. Thanks for sticking with me and being patient. I promise this book will be done this year, and ready for you to read.
Meanwhile, if you know of a good agent for this kind of a book, reach out and let me know.
Okay, back to the story for another half hour before I start work with clients for a day of psychic sessions.
Hugs, love and tippety-tappity fingers, Nicole xx
PS – Don’t you love this little quartz heart that was in the rock beneath me as I sat and meditated on the Songline in Sedona!