Art From The Heart
The Why Behind "Fragments of Creation"
Dear Reader,
Recently, we celebrated eARTh Day alongside the auspicious full moon of Wesak. During this magical conjunction, on April 22, 2024, I launched my book into my community—a culmination of five years of artistic endeavor. The gathering was a beautiful testament to the support I have felt from my tribe, encompassing my friends, family, and loved ones. As tears of joy sparkle in my eyes, I am overwhelmed with gratitude for those who have made space for me in their lives. This feeling is particularly special for someone like me, who never felt safe being seen in their youth.
Before the book launch, I was brimming with excitement, hardly knowing what to do with myself. I began to write a speech to introduce the book, though what was actually said bore little resemblance to my written words. Despite the challenges of Mercury retrograde, the essence of my message shone through. But I want to take a moment to delve deeper into why this book called to me from the depths of my soul.
I have always been drawn to fantasy and the exploration of otherworldly realms, particularly those steeped in magic. And I cannot say that I wrote this book—it wrote me. In the sanctuary of my creative imagination, I would receive flashes of images, and all I had to do was cast the net and follow where they led me. The story unfolded itself before my eyes, and my duty was simply to translate the images into words.
Writing these stories became my sanctuary, where my entire nervous system would calm and regulate as I brought forth my inner world onto the blank page. I found solace in the blank page—a symbol of endless possibility. Initially, writing helped me navigate challenging emotions, allowing me to reconcile with them in the realm of imagination and gain perspective. What began as emotional processing evolved into shamanic journeying, expanding my awareness beyond my immediate experiences.
The angsty teen emotionally expressing transformed into a form of self-reparenting, offering the fragmented parts of myself exactly what they needed to return to wholeness. Through writing, I discovered that I am whole, no matter how broken I may feel, and I can call myself home through all of time and space. The book launch provided an opportunity to be seen by my community, and sharing my inner world with the people I love was profoundly nourishing. It was a chance to shine my light—a true honor.
Though it took me five years to complete a book that is only 130 pages long, I feel its potency beyond the label of a “short story.” Each page holds a piece of my heart and soul, waiting for someone to discover it and recognize that they are not alone. The release of my book, finally within my own hands, feels like a dream come true.
My goal in writing this book was not for wealth or fame, though I welcome both if they are in my destiny. It was the experience itself that propelled me forward—a chance to reclaim my creative imagination and integrate the fragments of myself back into wholeness. If any of you wish to understand my inner experiences, here it is—the stories of life through my own eyes. But remember, this is not the final destination; the journey continues.
With folded hands,
