In my early forties, I began
going through what is culturally referred to as “the change”. It is a
time in a woman’s life when her hormones rebel against the norm and
fluctuate, causing considerable emotional and physical discomfort. It is
followed by my all-time favorite, the mind-boggling hormonal weight
gain, which is not precipitated by bad eating habits or a lack of
exercise. It just appears on your body uninvited. Yeah, it’s a fun time
all around and to put it bluntly, I was not happy. My stomach, which had
once been flat, was now a pudgy soft playground of goo. My vocabulary,
which had once been vast, was now caught up in a perpetual hormonal
brain fog, and I despised every moment of it. I hated the weight gain, I
loathed the lack of clarity and I detested the private summers. All I
wanted was my old body back, immediately.
My
husband and I love live music, so we are often out and about supporting
local or touring bands. Such was the case the night we found ourselves
at The House of Blues in Hollywood, jamming to The Gap Band in concert. I
would love to tell you that I was completely present for every glorious
moment of that night, but I wasn’t. I spent the bulk of the evening
inside my head, hating my body, hating perimenopause and lamenting about
how things used to be. Every woman who walked in with the waist I used
to have fueled the conversation in my mind of all I had lost, as well as
musings of what I could possibly do to get it back again. I felt like
it would not be until I somehow got things back to the way they used to
be that I could enjoy my life and fully live again.
But
here’s the thing, while I was waiting to “live again”…life was
happening. Around me, joy was flowing through the air like oxygen. But
instead of partaking in it, I chose to fixate on something that, in that
moment, I had no control of. I was standing next to my husband, a man
who loves me and my body just the way it is: we were surrounded by good
friends and perfect strangers, all cheering, singing and dancing to The
Gap Band’s old-school hit “Party Train” and I missed it. Life was
happening, and I wasn’t there! I was in my head preoccupied with
self-pity.
I was so focused on a tomorrow that is not promised that I let the now that was given slip away unappreciated.
Born
in Cincinnati, Ohio and raised in the Bay Area of Northern California,
Erin grew up with an innate love for dance, theatre and the written
word. A graduate of Loyola Marymount University, Erin began her career
in the arts as an actress and choreographer. After booking several
notable roles in television and film, Erin began to use her gift of
writing in blogs featuring political and social commentary, as well as
developing content for theatrical use.
Although The Dunes,
is a divine departure from Erin’s previous writings it is by far her
most cherished work to date. “I wrote The Dunes initially as self
therapy because I needed to release some painful experiences and
disappointments from my past. I had this thirst to walk in the complete
fullness of life with joy as my constant companion. I had no idea what
effect it would have on other people. But when I saw people read it and
be released from fears that had held them back for years…when I saw
people forgive and be able to walk in the freedom forgiveness
brings…when I saw people commit and serve and how those things opened up
new opportunities in their life, I was just humbled. Humbled by the
awesome power of God and humbled that I had been allowed to go along for
the ride”.
When asked why she
writes, Erin pauses and reflects on the truth of her heart. “I write
because although I am only now beginning to truly love the process, I
have always loved the outcome. Like a composer, words become my notes. I
string them together in song eliciting the response of my reader,
grafting a picture of my soul. Where besides the written word can you
effect change so utterly and so succinctly? What besides the written
word can pierce the universal collective mind? Everything begins with a
thought, but it isn’t until that thought is articulated in written word
and those words passed down can life changing movement happen. It must
be written, it must be expressed on tablet, and when it is, we all
become greater, whether the writing be genius or fatuity, it has evoked
thought and debate. Why wouldn’t I want to be apart of that phenomenon?
Why wouldn’t I want to share my story, give my testimony…add my paradigm
to the mix? Whether it is a novel, a poem, an essay or an article, it
is humanity visited. An insight into a new or sometimes shared truth. In the beginning was the word, and the word was with God and the word was God. And with that I live my life”.
If there was a journey that could masterfully change your life in seven revelations...would you take it?
In
life, sometimes the kernels of wisdom and the richness of revelation
can be found in the most innocent of stories; and so it is with The
Dunes. Join one man and one woman in an exquisitely simple yet
remarkably profound journey as you discover with them that the mountain
you must climb in order to live the abundant life of your dreams is
located squarely within your heart.
Illuminated
in seven revelations; The Dunes carries the reader on a journey to not
only examine the obstacles that are holding them back in life but to
conquer and over come them as well. With each revelation The Dunes
intimately calls on the reader as the journey companion to face a
challenge…a dare if you will that requires an uncompromising commitment
to change. In the family of faith-based self help books, The Dunes
stands alone, simultaneously taking the reader from fiction to life and
back again, equipped with a tailor made journal for the readers inner
most secrets and reflections. The Dunes is part allegory, part testimony
and part journal, but the best part is the healing it offers your
heart. When you’re ready to step out of your comfort zone and step into
the miracle of your life…The Dunes awaits.
CAUTION:
Readers of this book are subject to significant changes for the better.
Side effects may include frequent smiling and enjoying life in every
season.
Genre – Non-fiction
Rating – G
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