From the day I set my eyes on The Invitation, my life has changed. I remember sitting in the local cafes and devouring your books. Sometimes, it got awkward, because uninvited tears spilled down my face. You have such a special way with words: they are raw, fierce, naked and powerful. I loved learning about your life and your struggles, because in the mirror of you, I could see myself. Like you, I struggled to surrender. Like you, I was exhausted and running myself into the ground. Like you, I longed for stillness and finding my true path. Like you, I aspired to walk my own talk.
With each of your books – The Dance; The Call; What We Ache For – I could connect to my longings at a deeper level. As you led the way, your capacity for empathy and commitment to your spiritual path were awe-inspiring. I loved how you owned the human messiness. My sense was it wasn’t always comfortable to write those stories down. But the messier it got, the more I loved your quiet authentic voice.
Then for a few years I lost touch with you.
Other teachers came along.
But the call of your Invitation has stayed alive in me.