Introduction to The Dance of Becoming

As I set out to tell my story and trace the arc of a life that has tumbled through joy and grief, silence and song, light and forgetting, something unexpected stirred — not a retelling of events, but a remembering of truth.

This book is more of a rhythm than it is a record. It is not meant to be just a story. Instead, you’ll find moments—thresholds, really—each one etched with the wisdom I didn’t know I was gathering while I was surviving, seeking, or simply breathing through the mystery of it all. It’s a collection of lived wisdom, scar-born truths, joy-fed revelations, and the quiet echoes of truth rediscovered through time.

It is a field guide for the evolving human journey of becoming.

I wear my scars not as warnings, but as invitations. An invitation to be defined not by what breaks you, but to be revealed by how you return. Not hardened, but softened. Not bitter, but wiser.

Each chapter in Part One is meant to be approached as an opening. Not a window into my past, but a doorway through which your own remembrances might rise. The memories I offer here are to light the path home.

Becoming is not a finish line. There is no mountaintop moment where we say, “I’m done becoming,” until we take our last human breath. Until then, there is only this moment, this choice, and the courage to stay open as life carves us into something ever more true.

These pages are meant to bless you with what my dance of becoming has taught me. This book is not just a tale of my becoming, but of the sacred patterns we all share: the falling apart and reweaving, the aching and awakening, and the sacred surrender into sovereignty. As you read, you’ll find reflections—simple truths I gathered only after walking through fire, silence, surrender, and grace.

These are not instructions. They are encouragements —to reclaim the lost pieces of yourself, to lay aside the serious world, to laugh a little louder, and to walk again with wonder. Above all else, I’ve discovered that a sense of humor is very good medicine.

So if you’ve ever felt like your life didn’t make sense until you listened beneath the surface…If you’ve ever known a love so vast it broke you open, or a grief so deep it remade you from the inside out—then you’re already part of this tale.

Come. Bring your stories, your wounds, your wondering. There is a place for you here among these reflections, and perhaps, as you walk with me, you’ll remember something true about your own becoming as I share the landmarks I passed through and the wisdom I gathered along the way. These pages are meant to bless you with what my living has taught me.

May you find this book to be a well to drink from when the world feels dry and meaningless. May it bless your Dance of Becoming as it has blessed mine.