Hello, Hello.
An Author. A wanderer. A believer of all possibilities.
My life is a swirl of color.
If we rewound the script ten years, the brush strokes in which I painted myself were limited to mundane shades of grey, coalescing into black.
I was deeply encased in fears, societal programming, and limiting beliefs. I struggled to find meaning in life. Joy. Connection.
I languished in the space between should and could. Between security and risk, thriving and withering, Between fear and freedom.
A choice needed to be made.
What happens when you choose yourself?
I began making small changes. Gratitude journals at night led to journaling, reiki, sound healing, counseling, and meditating. Sparks of hope burst into my life.
I attended to the things that made me feel alive, balanced, playful. My momentum grew.
I rented my house out and gave away most of my stuff. I traveled — haphazardly across the states, east to west coast, and back again. I allowed my life to breathe and become limber, discarding identities, beliefs, and self-created labels.
What happens when you surrender to the unknown?
I surrendered to the unknown, finding joy, and a deeper level of self-trust and confidence.
I began collecting love stories. This new project revealed lingering fears deep within me, fears of having a voice, of using it, and of being heard and seen.
As I moved through this fear, I fell in love with writing.
What happens when you catch sight of a dream?
I rolled up my sleeves and dove into writing Spark. It was torturous. It was expansive. I cried. I laughed. I ate a lot of Nutella. I wrote “The End.”
What if the end is The Beginning?
I am a different person than I was ten years ago. A new person.
Soaring. Trusting. Embracing the marvel of who I am and courageously, insistently aligning with my ever-shifting true north.
P.S. And yes, Maravilla is my given name.
