On April 30, 2020 by admin

Just South of the Solar Plexus is my story. It’s a story of trying to become myself, losing my way–over and over again.

I was born to a nomadic family. There was a lot of love and art and travel and ideas, but it was rocky, too. I started writing when I was about 14, after spending many years following in my older sister’s footsteps. She was an artist. I say now that once I started writing, “writing became art, and art became therapy” and that’s probably still true.

I read, I daydreamed, I went to college, I got jobs, I moved to a reservation, I moved to San Francisco. I returned to New York. My search seemed endless. I got married, I had a baby, I got cancer. And that stopped me dead in my tracks. Finally.

Finally, the wandering stopped and I was asked to face just what exactly I had committed to, just exactly who I was, the life I’d built, what I wanted, where I was trying to go.

Cancer saved my life. Highly Sensitive Person that I am. Writer that I am. Mother, friend, lover. Finally, I stopped, I tore down what was wrong, and I began to rebuild.

I think we all face these moments. Moments when life seems to crash around us and we pull ourselves up to rebuild. If this is you, I hope my book brings you empathy, understanding, a kind of home, the offering of my path out of my own darkness into my own light.

And I hope it gives you the courage to find your light out of the darkness, if only because you know someone, somewhere, gets it. ~Namaste, Mariah

You can find the book on Amazon, B&N, and Smashwords.