Amy J Garner
I am on a journey of pursuing love fully and inviting others to join me.
I write to process what I've learned and share it in the hopes of inspiring others into this journey of experiencing real, true love for themselves.
I've got to get out of here. I felt the tears stinging the back of my eyes or maybe that was the smell of garbage. A house that looked like it hadn't been cleaned since he had moved in. That was three years ago, right? I did a quick calculation in my head, primarily as a distraction from the emotions coursing through my body.
In the Middle of the Fire
In the middle of the fire of my desire lives abundance. It can't be accessed from outside of that fire. I must go all in. The fire has to consume me. It's not enough to stand on the outside ... to be warmed by it and to watch the flames dance.
- Top Story - September 2023
I spent my life pursuing certainty. As a very young child, I was taught that having the certainty of knowing where I would go when I die, was the most important thing. In fact, it was everything. That belief, the pursuit of certainty in that one area kept me stuck, stifled, hidden in fear from the world and anyone or anything that would disrupt that certainty.
Not Coming Soon!
I rarely post on social media, but in the Spring of 2022, I was moving quickly through the writing of a non-fiction book on love and relationships. I had so much to share with the world about what I had learned and I felt inspired and motivated to put myself out there. I announced that I would self-publish my book: Coming Summer 2022! I declared proudly. And I worked on it, I wrote diligently and consistently.
What if? It’s such a simple question, but possibility entangles itself in the white space between the letters. If you speak the words out loud … slowly … you can actually hear it on your breath … whhhhhaaaaaaat iiiiiiiiiiiif? Try it. Go ahead, say it out loud …. Slower ... Take a moment to sit in the substance of that question.
He looks like someone who has made so many bad decisions in his life that he’s forgotten he even has choices anymore. I snuck a glance through the windshield of my truck, trying not to be too obvious that I was observing him; while also trying to calm my nerves and settle my thoughts. I judged the guy when I first saw him. He’s not someone I would typically interact with at a Stop and Go along the side of the highway. He’s tall, skinny, probably a drug addict. Dressed in black with silver chains. A tough guy worn down by the consequences of his own bad choices.