And so I

was in the And then when I moved out, I met my husband at the time and I was a writer my whole life, but I never thought about writing a book.

I never thought I had a book in me at all.

It was just not one of those things like, oh, someday, not at all.

And then after I moved out of the ashram, though.

I realized that I had a book inside of me that I could not not write.

It's like I had to do it.

What do you, what do you actually mean by, by that? And how can someone begin to recognize that deeper meaning of what they've lived through and that it is really gold.