A Season of Gratitude and Gathering Light

This time of year always pulls me towards reflection, but this season feels different. Fuller. Brighter. More alive.

Maybe it’s because I just returned from Scotland. Maybe it’s because of the people and experiences waiting for me upon my return.

Or maybe it’s simply that, for the first time, I feel myself standing in the center of something I once only hoped for.

As Thanksgiving arrives, I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude; not the surface-level kind, but the deeper, quieter version that settles into your bones. The kind you feel for the people who walk beside you in the unseen spaces. The kind that feels like a soft glow in the chest. The kind you feel when a dream that once lived only in your imagination begins taking shape in the world.

This year, I’m grateful for so many things:

✨ Grateful for the readers who found The Harbinger exactly when they were meant to.

Over the past couple of weeks, new reviews have come in; thoughtful, emotional reflections from people connecting with the story in ways that genuinely move me. There is nothing more humbling than watching a world you once held privately begin resonating across someone else’s inner landscape.

✨ Grateful for the whirlwind of December events now on the calendar.

Three signings throughout the Buffalo/Niagara region; each one different, each one a new opportunity to meet the souls who have held this book in their hands.

And then there’s the event that feels like a threshold moment: my first talk where people are actually purchasing tickets to hear me speak.
Not because it’s glamorous, but because it signals a shift…a sign the story has grown beyond my desk and into a shared, living conversation.

✨ Grateful for what Scotland gave me without asking for anything in return.

Photographs, inspiration, moments woven through stone and sky… but also something more elusive. A sense of clarity. A sense of belonging. A sense that the thread of story continues far beyond what I expected.

✨ Grateful for the soul sister whose presence feels like remembering; someone who mirrors the truth back to me in ways both grounding and luminous.

The kind of connection that doesn’t require explanation, only recognition.

✨ And yes, grateful for the early stirrings of Book Two.

It didn’t arrive as an outline or a plan.
It arrived as a flicker.
A whisper.
A subtle but undeniable presence that followed me home and has stayed close ever since.

There’s something magical about feeling the next chapter wake up before you’re ready to write it. Not urgency, just awareness. Possibility. The soft hum of soon.

This week, in the middle of family and food and the warmth of the holiday, I’m carrying that gratitude with me. Not as a list, but as a feeling. A fullness. A reminder that momentum is a blessing, and one that deserves to be witnessed, not rushed past.

The Harbinger, A Triquetra Chronicle has moved out into the world. And now, somehow, the world is beginning to move back.

If you’ve read it, reviewed it, shared it, spoken about it, or held it in your hands…thank you. You’ve helped breathe life into something that once existed only in my imagination.

And if you haven’t begun the journey yet - I’d love to welcome you in.

…there is so much more ahead!