A tiny glimpse into the world of a feminine writer,
I always wanted to publish a book and I knew that it was not an easy task.
I embarked on the humble writing path by journaling and then eventually writing blogs.
I wrote about anything and everything that really moved the core of my being.
I wrote about life around me, people around me, food, sex and love that was present and the richness of all that experience was manifesting to me.
I contemplated and I kept close everything in my heart. I kept it in the myriads of friends around the world, in their eyes, and in their voices, in their hair and in there smiles - of course - and in their angry looks, manipulative games and dark secrets that they didn’t want to share with me and in the way they teach and open others up to the full dimension of who they are.
I quickly realized that there was no need to ever hide anything, people who hide their lives are people who are poor in the wisdom of the Earth and sages, and those who are protecting wisdom and people will always know what to share at the right time, therefore they use wisdom appropriately and are not hiding or withholding anything but are moved by the ancestral guidance of the magic of life.
And so, with time and quite unexpectedly and spontaneously a contract for my first book manifested. I am grateful. It was an arduous task. After a year and a half since publication I will be embracing on the book tour and few select cities where I will share my writing and life intimately with women and men who are interested in their own brilliance for the benefit of all humanity.
I am grateful, because publishing a book (now I have three more on the way) exposed me to the enormous vast territory of the publishing world, creative practice, maintenance of that practice and the zone of creativity and all its fringes, the people in the industry, writing world and the world of the human beings who have stories and lives and wisdom that needs to be shared. The communal table of the vast human intelligence that wants an expression.
The production, the art, the dialogs, the tears, the madness and the money, lets not forget about the money. The competition and the patience it take and the sheer human effort, dedication, discipline, conversation, arguments, and then the need for the reality to be manifested. The deadlines, the sleepless nights, and the excess amounts of French pastry in Strasbourg, and occasional trip to Germany for a Buddhist practice. Long walks to reflect on the value of the subject matter, again, although you were told already one hundred times that it is valuable… gaspingly.
The long debates about the best seller list and ending up second in the personal development and yoga category.
The trust, the surrender, and gratitude for all the human beings who have helped to birth this project forward so I can have my tinny contribution to the Buddha Dharma and women’s countless lives.
Finally see the finished product in reality and to hold the book in my own hands,
I really do not have words for that.
To buy the book and to find out more about my work ShaktiTara.com
Rev. Dr. K. Sonan Wangmo
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