Coming Home to Freedom
Miramichi Exhibition | East Coast Amusements | July 24, 2026
It was 1999. What a time to be alive. The excitement of discovering and embracing the WWW, the technology that opened up a whole new world.
As I explored, I realized the importance of knowing ourselves. To find our place in the world, we need to understand what we love, identify our values, and have the courage to live authentically.
At the time, I was a young mother of two little boys. I adored my children and motherhood, yet I was already experiencing a reality check. I was trying to be the best mom I could be, while accepting that I didn’t have all the answers.
Along with real life experiences, and reading hundreds of parenting books, I learned even more from the online world. As I learned, I shared. The Internet gave me a platform to encourage mothers far beyond those I knew in person. I learned, cared, connected, and shared. Writing became part of who I was.
Life went on. Like everyone else, I experienced unexpected and difficult twists and turns. Over the decades, I turned more inward and became more on guard, which is a natural biological response to life’s traumas. I no longer felt as free to express myself.
The last several years, especially since 2020, brought a deeper sense of censorship and repression. I found myself carefully filtering my thoughts and words, especially due to perceived authority, because I feared being shut down, judged, or facing consequences for expressing who I was and what I believed. Over time, I shared less of myself. I became more cautious, more hesitant, and more disconnected from parts of my own voice. I was still writing, but I had become my own censor. I was trying to find my way forward, but I felt stuck.
Recently, someone approached me with an offer of help, that I didn’t even realize I needed. Sometimes we’re so close to our own problems, that we can’t see what someone else can see. If I had recognized it myself, I wouldn’t have been stuck in the first place.
This person had already experienced and valued my work as an emotional healing practitioner. They saw something in me that I had lost sight of, and they generously offered their time, creativity, and support to help me share it, more fully with the world. As a result, for the past month, both she and I have spent many, many hours quietly working behind the scenes.
A recurring theme of my life has been the pursuit of freedom. And now, through this unexpected new, yet familiar direction, I feel like I’m setting myself free.
Free to be authentic. Free to express myself honestly. Free to come home to myself.
Sometimes life gives us the opportunity to get back on the Himalaya, embrace the excitement, let go a little, and enjoy the ride.