Firsts.
They are always so important, so vital to our sense of self, to our souls, to our humanness in the face of everything.
Our first breath, our first gasp of air out of the womb, from that sheltered place to the world of endless possibilities…
Our first steps, that toddling into infinity, that glow from our faces as we, the upright souls on this planet, verge towards our own ecstasy…
Our first friend, that look, from one face to another spelling out and spilling out acceptance…
Our first lover, orgasmically folded around the who of who we are…
Then there are the other firsts…
The first time we ever heard the words “I love you,” spoken to our hearts, presented on a silver platter.
The first person we ever told our real truths to.
The first time someone handed us a bouquet of flowers and told us that we mattered.
The list goes on, doesn’t it?
For me, today, this is a first. My first book published. I wrote this for you, dear souls, my dear readers, for a book that is written that stays in the archives of one’s computer is just wasted space. Truly, I feel that the reason for writing is to let others know how important we all are on this planet.
If I could give you each that bouquet of flowers, reminding you how much you matter, I would.
Instead, I give you this book. I will give you more, if you want. But one must start with the first word, the first breath out of the womb.
Thank you for celebrating with me. I truly hope you enjoy The Four Seasons.
Warmly,
Heidi
PS. As you will see, The Four Seasons has multiple references to pieces of music. For your listening enjoyment, and for you to be able to integrate the musical experience into your reading, I have compiled two separate playlists for you. One, on you tube, and the other on Spotify.