💜When My Voice Became Steady💜
Yesterday, I recorded the first half of the narration for The Harmonic Child.
I arrived excited.
And nervous.
Not the kind of nerves that say “don’t do this,”
but the kind that whisper,
“this matters.”
For years, the thought of reading my own words aloud, especially the early chapters, would have felt impossible. Too raw. Too close. Too personal.
But something different happened.
After the first paragraph, I stopped trying.
I stopped performing.
Stopped controlling.
Stopped wondering how it sounded.
I just breathed and spoke.
There were moments of emotion while reading the first six chapters. My nervous system remembered the ruptures written into those pages. But this time, I didn’t merge with them.
I felt them.
And returned.
No breakdown.
No overwhelm.
Just breath.
And that, more than anything, showed me how far I’ve come.
Years ago, reading those words might have collapsed me into the memory. Yesterday, I stood as the woman who lived it, and survived it, and could now narrate it without losing herself.
Afterwards, I felt open. Grounded. Quiet.
Empty, but full at the same time.
The kind of fullness that comes when something once impossible becomes embodied. The kind of quiet that follows coherence.
It wasn’t about being impressive.
It wasn’t about being perfect.
It was about trust.
Trusting my own capacity.
Trusting my nervous system.
Trusting that I could expand without fragmenting.
There is a week now before I return to complete the narration. And I welcome that space.
Integration matters. The body needs time to imprint safe expansion.
Yesterday wasn’t just a recording session.
It was a threshold.
And I crossed it without losing myself.
The audiobook version of The Harmonic Child will be available via the website in the coming weeks.
I am so excited to share it with you!
Until then, you can purchase the book and Kindle format on Amazon. Available worldwide at:
With Care
Sara 💜
