I'm an average woman with a husband, children, a business. I love my family and friends. I'm in my 40's. I have a deep and contemplative side of me that is always looking for the answers...

I've always had a deep side. I usually share it with few, because most people that I know don't wish to know these thoughts of mine. It either doesn't interest them, they understand a word I say, or it's simply not too fun to be friends with or live with someone this contemplative. I respect that. I, too, get tired of thinking so much. It comes natural to me, but so does being a silly child, or carefree, or funloving. That is who I am, most of the time...playful, yet smart. So, I shut this deep part of me on and off at will.

This deep, knowing part of me is just a piece of me. It's been with me since I was a child. I wrote poems and songs, within minutes, when I was 10 years old that were well beyond my years. I stopped writing many years ago. I let this "knowing" part of me vanish from the page. It's still there, in my thoughts, but not in my oral words. Now...I again wish to tap into it, and can find it best when I write.

I suppose that a subunit or subpersonality of mine writes this and is very deep and aware. Another part of me thinks that theses writings are not mine...that these writings come through me from some other place. Then I think...that sounds crazy.

Because it a subpersonality of mine who writes, a name and face cannot be attached to these writings. A sliver of me is writing this, not the whole of me. It is not me, the totality of who I am, who writes this...it is simply a tiny but astute part of me. It is only reasonable that the writer remains unknown, because the writer within me is somewhat unknown to me, yet has been with me most of my life.