Thank you
Thank you for being here. For reading my words - the truths from my heart.
I’m Elisabeth Johnston and live in New Zealand. I’ve been nudged to write like this for a long time, but I didn’t know how. I had to sit with it, again and again. Quiet my mind and listen to my heart. It told me to write about life, my life. It was not what I had expected, and I struggled with this. Greatly. What was there to write about? What could be inspiring, helpful from my life? But the more I share my stories and my experiences, the more I learn their power and the gifts they bring to others.
To learn more about me, here’s my LinkedIn profile, though as you will see, it will only show a small part of me.
Who am I?
I am many.
I am a daughter. I am a mother. I am a partner. I am a lover. I am a friend, an acquaintance. I am a professional. I am a Reiki Master. I am a guide. I am a student.
I am a spark. I am light. I am a writer.
I am resilience. I am strength. I am joy. I am all the colours under the sun, the dark depths of the universe, the glittering sea of stars and so much more.
I create space. I hold space. With my attention, my energy, my words.
I write because it brings me joy, because it touches and ignites my heart, opening a gateway to the truths within. I hope this writing will touch your heart and fuels it right when you need it.
Elisabeth Johnston
hearttruths.nz@gmail.com
Lostness
There is a lostness inside me. An emptiness that lets me wander, travel near and far to fill it. But it can’t be filled. It can only be experienced. By tipping my toes in, the emptiness comes alive. Suddenly I’m imeresd in colours - all the colours under the sun - each an emotion, a memory, a thought. I scared I’m going to drown. But I’m not. I’m strong enough to swim to the shore - once I’ve allowed myself to acknowledge how I feel and let go. It’s not easy.
Still. I choose to visit this lostness, this emptiness. Inside? Grief. Sadness. Regrets. Flashes of anger. Waves of despair and defeat. Sparkles of joy. Pillars of strength and resilience. An ocean of love. Gratitude for being alive. For being found.