GATHERING EVE: In the Beginning, I had a Voice


On Not-So-Manic Mondays, pitching a book and becoming vanilla rooibos tea

By Idelette McVicker | Twitter: @idelette

I have unfinished business.

Two years ago I started intentionally writing on a work that became a piece-in-progress entitled Gathering Eve. I sat in Starbucks, Wired Monk and in my green chair at home and kept stacking words onto the mirage of an idea. Sentence by sentence, lattè-after-skinny-lattè, the work began to take shape.

Word files multiplied on my desktop.

Gathering girls

That summer I tested the ideas with a small group of friends over eight Tuesday evenings at a Wired Monk coffee shop. I showed up at with flipcharts, markers, iPod, crayons and oodles of hope that the ideas in my heart made sense and could actually mean something to someone else besides myself. We ended up having a very womb-like summer of sharing and growing together.

We gathered around a Jesus who, after multiplying a young boy’s tuna sandwiches [Creative License] to feed five thousand people, said to his disciples: “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.”

We gathered ourselves: our hearts, the pieces of our stories and our strength.

We gathered as friends.

We gathered and nourished each other from our leftovers.

And we learned the miracle in nothing wasted, nothing lost.


Then something kinda miraculous happened: I got to share eight weeks of Gathering Eve at our weekly LifeWomen gatherings.

My heart exploded and expanded. Again we picked up the fragments of our hearts, listened to stories from around the world and gathered strength as friends and a larger, beautiful Sisterhood.

When the series ended, there was a big trip to Colour Conference in Australia. A life-changing trip to Kenya. Back to LifeWomen conference and then the launch of this baby, SheLoves magazine. All in less than five months.

Needless to say, Gathering Eve became a folder, albeit a rather bulky one, on my desktop.

Cruising Along

Then in September last year, I made a big leap {<<blogpost}, signed up for the first ever Re:Create cruise and secured a 30-minute slot to pitch a book with Michael Hyatt, Chairman (and former CEO) of Thomas Nelson Publishers.

Trouble was, I had an opportunity, but no longer believed it was my place to give voice to Gathering Eve. As time passed, I had begun listening to the voices in my head convincing me I don’t have the authority or training to write it. I felt ill-equipped and, perhaps like Eve, out of place. The more I thought about it, the more I imagined first needing at least Masters degrees in Theology, Women’s Studies, Social Work, Political Science AND Anthropology, before I dared write about Eve, women, our stories, Jesus, picking up the pieces, Sisterhood and moving mountains.

I had lost my nerve.

I decided to pitch a spiritual memoir instead.

Fast forward two weeks.

How thankful I was to have the first Sunday morning meeting time with Michael Hyatt. He was intelligent (naturally), professional (obviously), kind (he has a warm & beautiful wife and FIVE daughters; the man deserves a medal) and so human in shorts and flip-flops.

He didn’t like the title (“Roar,” what else?) and thought my voice felt contrived. (I had written the pieces in the first person; a risk that didn’t work.) We talked about the larger, universal story that had to be woven through a memoir to give it wings. (Think Donald Miller’s A Million Miles in a Thousand Years.) He also suggested to write out the story on my blog, get feedback and see what works and what doesn’t. That’s when I understood a book doesn’t have to be virgin material—and never been seen in blogworld–to be eligible for marriage with a publisher.

I learned lots, shook Mike’s hand, walked to our cabin and changed into my swimsuit.

I entered a season of quiet.

I wasn’t quite sure about my voice. The concept of having a voice felt elusive and somewhat intangible.

Plus, when SheLoves magazine first started, I wrote whenever we needed a piece for any day. I wrote on some Tuesdays, other Thursdays, a Saturday here and some Sundays. But as more writers came on board, I suddenly found I needed to land somewhere–find my place–and be consistent.

I also needed to figure out what I wanted to actually say.

I got even quieter and pleaded for Light.

What is my voice, Lord? What is it I am meant to write about?

Then a few weeks ago our church had a 24-hour prayer service. I found myself awake at 2am and showing up for a slot at 3am.

I heard this o-so-simple, yet piercing Spirit whisper: “Your authority is rooted in your love for Me.”

Simple. Clear.

I began thinking about Gathering Eve again.

Finding your Voice

I also stumbled upon a PDF called “The Six Steps to World-Changing Writing,” by Kyeli Smith and this beautiful image of what “finding your voice” means:

“Imagine yourself as a teapot.

Divinity pours water into you and it’s your responsibility, your calling, the drive that pulls you to share that water with the world. Take your herbs—your heart, your spirit, your light, mixed up in your own unique recipe—and steep that Divine Water.

The resulting tea?

That’s your voice.

Everything you write needs to be poured through this teapot—everything you share with the world needs to have a little bit of you in it.

Speak in your voice and you will change the world.”

So here I am, starting back in the garden and asking: Would you join me for tea on Mondays? I love vanilla rooibos, creamy Earl Grey or just plain Earl Grey with lots of milk and no sugar. I would love to meet here, gathering our hearts and lives so we may:

wake up

find our voices

may be established in Love

see our stories become larger than ourselves

gain strength

move some mountains.

And have tea.

* I’ll switch on the kettle.*


I’d love to hear your thoughts … Really, really, deeply yes. So:

  • Have you ever been in a quiet season?
  • What made you quiet?
  • Have you put any projects on hold? (Why?)
  • What have you learned in the quiet?
  • And, of course! What’s your favorite tea?
  • Image credit: Eve with apple, by Tina Francis

About Idelette:
Idelette is founding editor of She’s a bit intense, granted, but she’s getting to be really okay with it. She was born and raised in South Africa which shaped her longing for justice and freedom for everyone and a deep, deep love for Africa. She also worked in Taipei as journalist and discovered that Heaven might look like lingering over oohlong tea in the mountains of Chiufen. She moved to Vancouver, Canada in 1999. She is married to Scott, has three children and loves Sisterhood. She blogs at and tweets @idelette.

Idelette McVicker
I like soggy cereal and I would like to go to every spot on the map of the earth to meet our world’s women. I dream of a world where no women or girls are for sale. I dream of a world where women and men are partners in doing the work that brings down a new Heaven on earth. My word last year was “roar” and I learned it’s not about my voice rising as much as it is about our collective voices rising in unison to bring down walls of injustice. This year, my own word is “soar.” I have three children and this place–right here, called–is my fourth baby. I am African, although my skin colour doesn’t tell you that story. I am also a little bit Chinese, because my heart lives there amongst the tall skyscrapers of Taipei and the mountains of Chiufen. Give me sweet chai and I think I’m in heaven. I live in Vancouver, Canada and I pledged my heart to Scott 11 years ago. I believe in kindness and calling out the song in each other’s hearts. I also believe that Love covers–my gaps, my mistakes and the distances between us. I blog at and tweet @idelette.
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  1. Thank-you!Thank-you!Thank-you!
    I stumbled upon your blog and magazine today, and both sites have filled and fed and fired up my soul ;D

    Your writing and the community being birthed here are beautiful and inspiring… and there is such breath-taking genuineness and love, this will certainly be my new fav virtual coffee shop to hang out in daily (especially since I can’t have real coffee anymore! My fav tea will now be rooibos too)

    … that’s me sitting in the comfy chair in the corner where I can watch everyone, and where they will also make a special exception to allow my 2 big black dogs (aka my bestest friends in this season)!!

    I only recently started blogging in earnest, and have many other types of writing I should have pursued by now – but am only just starting to ‘unfold’… so for now I am writing my thoughts about life back in South Africa, after a ten year absence (in Australia and UK).

    It feels a bit pretentious at times, terrifying at other times…but reading some of yours today has encouraged me to keep going. It’s amazing how sharing our stories has the potential to impact others, when God’s love can be seen shining brightly through our very human steps ;D

    If you are at all interested in a bit of background to this journey, see and would love to hear your thoughts!

    Thanks and keep being beautiful, shiny you!

    • Lyn, honestly, this has been one of the greatest gifts today … to hear your words and YOUR voice and to find another sister. Thank you for your soul-warming words. I am thankful you experienced our community here as beautiful, inspiring and genuine … it means so so much that you are able to experience that, entering in. That is really the heart of what we are trying to do … So, welcome! I am so happy to meet you here.

      I am off to read some of your blog. : )

  2. Angela says:

    I love your voice and have to thank you for pressing in to discover it, because I am the beneficiary of your words. So many of us are…. When I think of you I hear both the ROAR – your unshrinking and bold voice of declaration – as well as your quiet, affirming and encouraging voice. So thankful for you.

    I am a coffee girl but sometimes a cup of tea is necessary – it’s usually Earl Grey over here.

    • Angela, thank you so much for your words … I am treasuring this sentence in my heart: “When I think of you I hear both the ROAR – your unshrinking and bold voice of declaration – as well as your quiet, affirming and encouraging voice.” Thank you. #mutualadmirationsociety // I go through seasons. A few months ago it was pretty much all coffee. Now it’s tea. I like changing things up.

  3. This is so interesting, Idelette. I was wondering how your session with Mr. Hyatt went on that cruise. I am loving your thought process and that you are including all of us in this. Prayers as it all unfolds!

    • Thank you, Sarah! Btw, Mike Hyatt has a really great template for a book proposal (one each for fiction and non-fiction) on his site … I highly recommend it. It was totally clarifying for me as I worked through it. I’m learning that the process/journey is so important. No shortcuts … Plus: It’s been kind of a gathering of myself too. I like that. I’m shifting in so many places, getting stronger … letting go of old ideas … trying on new ones. Finding my voice. One of the ideas that stood out for me from the Re:Create conference time was how crucial it is, as creatives, to be part of a community that both supports and propel us. I so appreciate what we are building here and beyond. Girls building each other up, holding space for each other … cheering each other on. Feels like we have so much to talk about–I have lots of questions for YOU. Summer, perhaps? xoxo

  4. Thank you for sharing Idelette! I just love your blog… you are honest and transparent ~ very authentic and much appreciated!

    Quoting you:… “As time passed, I had begun listening to the voices in my head convincing me I don’t have the authority or training to write it. I felt ill-equipped and, perhaps like Eve, out of place. The more I thought about it, the more I imagined first needing at least Masters degrees in Theology, Women’s Studies, Social Work, Political Science AND Anthropology, before I dared write about Eve, women, our stories, Jesus, picking up the pieces, Sisterhood and moving mountains”…

    It’s re-assuring to know that I’m not the only one battling the voices in my head reminding me what qualifications I don’t have to be a writer… By the way, I think you are an excellent writer! Reading your blog, I always think ~ “if only my thoughts could flow like that”…

    Now, to answer your questions:

    Have you ever been in a quiet season? I am in my quiet season. In fact, the last two and a half years have been my quiet season…

    What made you quiet? Going through my divorce. It was a humbling experience… he was my all (life as I knew it back then), he left me for my former best friend, she was my sister in Christ, my prayer partner… I was confused… At first, it was the grief that took me to my quiet place. Then I realized God was nearest in my quiet, so I chose to intentionally prolong this season, it was bitter-sweet!

    Have you put any projects on hold? Yes. Writing… Mine is a story of beauty for ashes, victory, love… Not sure how to piece it all together, but I know God has put it in my heart to share my story…

    Why? I feel inexperienced, I question my writing skills… Like you, I feel ill-equipped… I feel like I need a broader vocabulary, some kind of University writing degree (I have a degree in Sciences)…

    What have you learned in the quiet? To accept God’s love, His mercy and grace… To love myself and to allow myself to be loved. To forgive myself and others who have hurt me… To confront my past hurts and allow God to heal me. Above all I have learnt that God is my ALL, in Him, I am Whole!

    Favorite tea: I am from Kenya, and the mention of tea is heart warming! It reminds me of gatherings with loved ones, laughter and joy! When I am with my mom and close family, I love Kenyan tea or Earl Grey tea… creamy with sugar… I love Starbucks chai tea after a long stressful day, I smell it first before I take a sip… instant relaxation!

    Looking forward to sharing more… Bless you 🙂

    Eve, xo!

    • Eve, how wonderful to have an Eve comment … It’s such a beautiful name. // Thank you for sharing your beautiful voice and your difficult story. Well, you might have to write that story and send it over, please. (idelette at shaw dot ca) Or friend me on facebook, so we can continue the conversation…

      I love how you say: I am Whole!

      Kenya … ahhh… I had some wonderful sweet tea in Kenya. And wonderful sweet times. Kenya–and her people–has a very special place in my heart. For me it was an incredibly welcoming and affirming experience. Part of my healing story. Thank you so much for commenting … You have blessed me with your voice.

  5. To me, sharing anything is scary. And like Kelley said, for an introvert it feels like I’m constantly living in a season of quiet. I think my seasons of quiet are mostly a result of fear and insecurity, feeling like what I have to say is not good enough. Fearing what people might think, being judged or ridiculed. I think my most silent season was in University, during journalism school. I felt SO out of place and kept wondering what I was doing there. Everybody else appeared so confident. I was silent in class, I was silent during conversations with friends, I was silent on dates, I rarely gave my opinion on anything because I was afraid.

    I don’t think I ever feel like I have the authority to talk about anything. Sometimes I feel like all I have to offer is a very ill-informed opinion and limited perspective. My perspective is all I really know. So, like you, in the silence I often times just have to figure out what it is I actually want to say. I’ve learnt that it’s OK to stop, to think, to be silent.

    I love this: “Everything you write needs to be poured through this teapot—everything you share with the world needs to have a little bit of you in it.”

    Sometimes I feel like that’s all I have to offer – a little bit of me.

    I love the artwork for Gathering EVE and the image! Beautiful. I can’t wait to read your contribution to The Practice of Love. So exciting.

    I like – Earl Grey, but…ummm. I’m more of a coffee person. I love coffee.

    Thanks for your post and for sharing your beautiful heart with us and inviting me to be a part of this community. It’s nice to find a place where I feel safe to share my heart and find my voice.

    • Oh, Stephanie, I love your coffee voice! Taking the same metaphor of the teapot and the leaves and your writing voice: Divine Water + rich delicious strong Steph coffee beans = yummm.

      Sharing is definitely scary. Hitting publish makes me want to hyperventilate some times, because it’s so naked. That’s why I treasure this community we are building where we cover each other so much … So we go ta-daa, here I am, all naked, but then when we come alongside each other and cover … and it’s good and honest.

      I feel like I can picture you in Journalism school. I’m so sorry you had that kind of experience being there … I also really want to hear more of your story. I look forward to that day when we can clink coffees. (latte or dark roast for me)

      Authority for me has been so tricky too. That’s why it really was a moment for me in church hearing those words. I think South Africa messed me up a lot on that … authority abused and twisted for so long. I like to have clear examples of things, but I came out of that with only a twisted paradigm of authority. So appreciate how God makes things new. Even words.

      And let’s just say: It’s pretty clear that even a little bit of you is going a long way … ! We’ll be holding our horses for the day when you are fully released. Whewie!

      PS: Our girls from your post last week still smile at me in my head. So loved your images.//The Gathering Eve photo is the brainchild and work of Tina, of course. So beautiful.
      PPS: SO thankful you can find a place here that is safe for you to share your heart and your voice. Thank you for honoring this space with your presence.
      PPPS: I am going to bed with such a full heart now. Thank you … xoxoxoxoxo

  6. Hi Idelette! This is awesome. 🙂 Thanks for sharing your vision and journey. …I love ceylon tea with plenty of milk and no sugar. ;p

    • Hi Winnie! Thanks so much!

      Btw, I have a VERY special memory of Ceylon tea. Scott (my husband’s) grandpa used to make us Ceylon tea at his cabin in Point Roberts. Tea never tasted as good as when he made it in on the stove in an old teapot.

  7. John Richardson says:

    Great post, Idelette. As the person who followed you on the cruise to pitch a book to Michael Hyatt, I can really relate to your story. I’m glad to see that you are following your heart and returning to your original project. While it sounds like a formidable project, I’m sure that God will be faithful to see you through with it.

    My book project has taken a complete twist since returning. Michael was very informative and helped me see that my book proposal was too vague. He said that I should focus my material and put more of myself into it. While my book started out about goal setting, it has morphed into a book about how people change and what triggers the process. I’ve decided to do it in a Malcolm Gladwell type format, with the stories of 12 different people intertwined into interesting data driven chapters. Like your book, it’s turned into a multifaceted project with intensive interviews, research, and the challenge of developing a new writing voice. It’s been so much fun to get started.

    I wish you luck on your project. I can’t wait to hear how it turns out.

    • Thank you so much for reading, John! It’s so interesting to hear how others have evolved since that pitch. Your book sounds intriguing … Any mention of Malcolm Gladwell and my ears perk up. No doubt! I would love to hear how yours pan out too. Do you have a new deadline for yourself?

  8. Kelley Johnson Nikondeha says:

    Idelette~ lovely sharing of your story.

    Quiet season, well for an introvert we welcome and weather many of these seasons! But I know what you are pushing at with the question. I think what makes me go quiet (yes, present tense) is a lack of clear direction, lacks of uncluttered passion, a sense of confusion about where I fit and where my voice belongs. I go inward, quiet, like I want to be as invisible as I feel.

    I think, to some degree, shame pushes me inward. Feeling ashamed that I have not accomplished more, produced something (anything) extraordinary, that I have no real platform that is mine to speak. I have this gift, but no real sense of where / how to use it, and that makes me ashamed. (Yes, I have been reading Brene Brown this week, but it is helping identify some of those triggers and name some of the sensations I struggle with in recent seasons,

    I don’t know what is on hold… that is the most heart-breaking part. Total blank page, save the tear stains.

    Other quiet seasons have brought lessons about God’s nearness beyond what I can see / feel, about gently unfolding and not forcing the next steps, about receiving what is to come… This season is in process, and I am not to a place of gleaning lessons yet. I am just leaning into it and trying to feel and learn…

    Favorite tea – rooibos! When I got to Starbucks, I get the vanilla rooibos latte to e a bit more fancy! But really, rooibos and sugar is my first choice!


    • Hi my friend, I’ve been running around most of the day and worked on other things I needed to focus on, but I longed to respond to your comment all day. Still, I waited, so I could do it with my full attention, even if it’s so way past my bedtime now … But I like this side of the day. I get quiet here and it’s a good quiet.

      I hadn’t thought about that perspective–how an introvert would have more quiet seasons, but it makes sense. So much is carried inside. I actually need DAILY quiet times. But as you said, I meant something different. The quiet that comes from an out-of-place place. It’s powerful how you can name so clearly what silences you … And this sentence: “I go inward, quiet, like I want to be as invisible as I feel.” You are such a beautiful writer.

      As per your comment on feeling ashamed that you have not accomplished more … not to diminish your feelings, but MY eyes see: Amahoro relationships that sweep and strengthen across the continent of Africa and beyond + a community being transformed + two beautiful children + you HAVE a Masters degree. All from your life. Just sayin’.

      Intriguing tidbit: I was in a PASCH workshop on The Dehumanization of Abuse last weekend and the presenter quoted Brene Brown several times. She’s holding some of our consciousness right now. No doubt.

      I wish my words–and this community of women–may hold your hand as you walk through this quiet season. I pray for you to find/know/own your platform and your place to speak. Our world needs your fullest expression.

      And now I wish I could be right there next to you today for a cup of rooibos … And a hug from my heart. I hope these words suffice for today. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo

      PS: This kinda feels like elementary school when we used to write LONG letters to our friends. Loved it.

  9. Enaam Abdul says:

    I started out being a person who spoke her mind was never quite about what she thought or what needed to be said. Then I met a friend who changed everything, but at the time i didn’t realize what was going on. everyone around me told me but I choose not to believe them. The friendship carried on for 4 years but through the 4 years i lost myself in everything that was going on with out realizing the danger of it all.
    soon I was not Enaam anymore. I was someone who said and did what the were told by everyone.

    I struggled with myself but for some reason i didn’t say anything.
    Finally I had enough of this controlling friendship, and had enough of everything. I felt like i need a brake. I put my whole life on hold, booked my tickets, told my husband and my mother only, packed my stuff and left for 6 long months to a country that was terrorized with war my home country IRAQ.
    after being there for few weeks I started speaking my voice loud and clear. I started walking up to the american soliders on the street and telling them to think twice before the start shooting and civilians.
    I said everyting that needed to be said with out worriying what the consequnces were in a country at war.
    The six months were over, but i wasn’t ready to leave. I was afraid am gonna loose my voice again.
    I came back to vancouver refreshed but scared of what it holds for me.
    Its really wired I wasnt scared to go to a country filled with war but i was scraed to come back and a beautiful city.

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful story with us Ideltte. you write beautifuly
    In my experience when you get you voice back and the passion to share what your thinking it come back LOUD and CLEAR.

    and I love every kind of Tea but especially cinnamon and ginger tea after a long day its very relaxing.

    Thank you for letting us share our stories with you!

    • Dear Enaam … These paragraphs contain SO much and I am so honoured that you would share some of your story with me (us). First, let me salute you for identifying the control and making a break. That’s STRENGTH! It made me smile that you went to Iraq–your beginning, the first place where you first had a voice (and a loud one), to find it again.

      “I started speaking my voice loud and clear.” I wish I could have been on that Iraqi street to see you in your element. There’s nothing like a woman rising against injustice to make me cheer loudly and boldly. I love it.

      “In my experience when you get you voice back and the passion to share what your thinking it comes back LOUD and CLEAR.” So true …YES!!!!

      Thank you for your kind words and sharing the fragrance of your voice. Cinnamon and ginger tea … Now I want to make a cuppa!

      So lovely “sharing” tea with you …

  10. Sherrine Francis says:

    Beautiful piece doll!

    Tea gets me so excited. Last night I was laying on our couch drugged up and emotional and the husband announced that he was gonna make me some tea. I dunno what it is about those words that make me so happy. I had tears in my eyes, but a smile on my face.

    And Yes, i’ve been quiet lots of times. I shouldn’t be proud of that. But yes, after a breakup, losing a bunch of friends and lately because I’ve lost my passion as a teacher. I’m not sure what it is..I still show up, love being around the kids, but I’m holding back and not speaking my mind around them. A couple of things happened last year and “shut” me up..and I just can’t seem to shake them off. I know I will cos I’m thinking about it and praying about it..but yes, this season has been a quiet one for me a just means I get to share and talk more as a wife 🙂

    While I’ve been quiet..I’ve been thinking a lot about my future and what kind of a teacher I want to be and whom I want to teach to. I’ve reconsidered going back to school..something I never think about when I’m flourishing at work… It’s not that I don’t talk around the kids..I talk a lot. I’ve just shut off my might call that personality or whatever. But I say the need be and hold my own opinion to myself and that is soooooo not like as a teacher. It almost feels criminal to hold back.

    I don’t have a fav kind of tea. It really depends on the day. I love oolong after a heavy, luxurious meal. Apple tea after a family lunch, Ginger tea for when I’m discouraged and on the verge of a fever, Vanilla when I go on a breakfast date with my love, Chai when I’m with my new family, Acai and mango when I’m with my girls from work. You know what I mean? It’s all very complicated!

    ps..Thanks for sharing. I love it when you write!

    • Sherrine, I remember the first year of my marriage. There was something about Sunday nights, the couch and tears. I used to watch Touched by an Angel, cry my heart out through it and afterwards and Scott would patiently sit and talk: about married life, my immigrant emotions and loneliness and becoming nothing. I love that the husband made tea. There’s something so comforting in that. San Francisco AND he makes tea … #keeper.

      I remember the breakup. I remember you showing up at Wired Monk and being present in that hard time. I love how you are showing up online now: thehungrywife is an adorable title for your blog. And this made me giggle: ” … it just means I get to share and talk more as a wife.” 🙂

      I look forward to hearing about what you figure out about your future. Shutting off your light … that makes me a little sad, for the kids, but also for you.

      My man Oswald had a sentence for me in the middle of my quiet: “Silence is the furnace of transformation.” Kinda helped me believe there was purpose to the quiet in my soul.

      You are so right about the tea … there’s so much to choose from. Oolong tea takes me right back to Taiwan and the art of the tea ceremony and I long for the mist off the mountains and the mystery in the air.

      Thank you, beautiful. I love when you write too.

      I love how two sisters from Dubai are embodying in word and heart what Sisterhood is meant to look like.

  11. Have you ever been in a quiet season?
    – Absolutely. I met you in my “quiet” season. I know what you are thinking, “That was quiet?” haha. It’s true. My soul was quiet.

    Things that leave me quiet:

    – A broken heart
    – Failure

    Have you put any projects on hold?
    – Yup. Launching my photography website and singing/songwriting.

    Photography: I met some incredible photographers last year and was intimidated and overwhelmed by the level of their talent. Felt like my vision and gift was so premature and not worthy of sharing.
    Singing: It’s the whole journey of finding my voice. Pretty much believing and internalizing the following: My voice is not special. No one would benefit or be affected by it. I know, I know. The blasphemy! Singing is Phase 2 of my Playing Big Life plan.

    What have you learned in the quiet?
    WARNING: Cliche-Fortune-Cookie-Wisdom- It’s the journey not the destination. People aren’t inspired by people who are “perfect.” They are cheering on the sidelines for the person who pushes past all odds to share their little voice. To share what is in their hands. To share their unique experience.

    And, of course! What’s your favorite tea?
    Vanilla Rooibos tea. Or anything that resembles Apple Cider in flavour.

    P.S. This post made me smile ear to ear. Thank you for sharing your journey. Transparent and vulnerable.

    I love that I have known you through all three of the phases outlined above. Wow. I also, remember talking about wanting to take this picture of “Eve with the apple” at our little coffee shop gathering. It’s encouraging to see our journey … years later. It’s encouraging to see that God is revealing tiny bits of our story gently. Pulling back the curtains a little at a time.

    I love that God uses the people in our world to reveal the mystery of the dreams inscribed on our hearts.

    I know you have done that for me and for that, I am eternally grateful.

    Love you Bobble-head,

    P.S. Brilliant read to start my day.

    • Hi my friend …

      Thank you … !

      Tried to catch some zzzzzzzs after hitting publish. Looks like my Sunday nights may be like your Thursday nights. It feels good, though, like the world is aligned again. No more #bobblehead. Haha. [[[Aligned center]]] Although my body hurts from sitting up for so long, I confess …

      I love that you answer all the questions. You curl my toes.

      I remember your quiet season. I remember downstairs at Wired Monk and Michele bringing you a phone. You started getting your voice back.

      Then hearing you sing at Sue-Anne’s house. Mama! Bring on the soul.

      I have so loved being with you through every one of these moments Gathering Eve & SheLoves & dream moments. So thankful for a friend who was willing to read and stand with me through the first person pieces of my story. So thankful for a friend who sets the barre high, loves words and beauty and vanilla rooibos tea. : )

      Roadtrip here we come!

      PS: Eve with the apple is SO stunning. Thank you for putting an image to an idea. #teamwork!

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