It speaks to me in silhouettes and soft whispers, touching my skin, tingling, warm and comfortable. One of my eyes peeks open, curious, hungry. I feel the sensations stirring my energy, swirling and gentle, full…
Heather's Blog
Hi, I'm Heather! Welcome to my blog where I share insights from my experiences with overcoming challenges.
Experience the details
I focus on details which highlight the beauty in the ordinary, creating gratitude for everything in life, even the struggles. This consciousness reminds me what I am living for, reconnecting me to my humanity, the joy of exploring this life, and my life’s meaning and purpose.
Discover new perspectives
I write about what living with Miller syndrome, hearing impairment, autism, and a genetic lung disease have taught me about myself and other people. My prose and poetry shed light on the meaning of life, relationships, diversity, acceptance and unconditional love.
Journey with me
Come with me on a journey through emotions that connect us all, the struggles and joys we all share, and the oneness of life. I hope my writings will influence how you see life, people, and most importantly, the relationship you have with yourself, leaving you forever changed. There is so much to live for.
Create Visions of Your Future Instead of Pictures from the Past
Facing an empty canvas, the white fabric of my future, I wander in its fractals of time. Pulling from the past, pictures I want to paint, With each one slowly encompassing me into its world. Stroke by stroke, I…
Let Go of Ideals Not Fitting Your Preferences or Lifestyle to Be Happy
I have learned that holding onto ideals that don’t fit my own preferences or lifestyle makes me unhappy. Some of those ideals include working full time, being financially independent, and having a social…
See with Fresh Eyes to Polish Your Understanding of Change and Growth
Settling into my beloved spot, I watch him move about the kitchen wiping away the dirt and dust that has made a home in my soul. He cleans the cupboards, which store my memories of childhood, scraping out the…
Knowing My Thinking Defines Me, Not My Autism or Disability, Brings Peace
I am only defined by what I think about at any given time. So often, I forget that I look different and don’t realize I live a different way. It is funny how often I look into the mirror and I am…