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Divine Timing

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Here I Am

Birds chirping in the backyard.

Dog’s feet on the grass,
while I’m barefoot in the t-shirt
I wore to bed.

Nothing is hard or rushed,
it just simply is.

Every moment of the day isn’t planned
and the moments are mine.

My intuition leads the way.

I’m calm, cozy in the sight of the trees.

Another day of seeing how good
it will be.

Here I Am.
And maybe that’s the point of it all.

-Heather Dyan Morgan

Sometimes the deepest clarity doesn’t come in a breakthrough or a milestone. It comes in the stillness—in the moment you realize, you’re no longer chasing the future or holding the past.

This poem came from one of those mornings. One of those quiet, beautiful, perfectly timed mornings.

🌿 Want more like this?

If this resonated, come hang out with me on my podcast, Wandering the Wild Mess.
I share the moments in between — the quiet shifts, the big releases, the real becoming.

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✨ Explore my Breaking the Loop guides

Because maybe you’re not stuck.
Maybe you’re just overdue for your next chapter

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● About Me

I’m Heather Dyan Morgan, a writer, speaker, and podcast host who left behind everything I knew to start over from scratch.
Literally the definition of wandering the wild mess.

Born and raised in Utah (yes, I grew up Mormon), I walked away from the only life I had ever known—including a good man who simply wasn’t meant for me, and moved to Tennessee with no friends, no family, and no place to call home. I had spent over a decade climbing the corporate ladder, and one day I simply told my boss: “I’m moving. Keep me or don’t.”

A little wild? Maybe. But I’ve always felt like a caged bird waiting to be free.
And once I finally jumped, there was no turning back.

Those early months, bouncing between Airbnbs, navigating heartbreak, identity shifts, and deep solitude, were more than a leap. They were a rebirth.
And somehow, they became the beginning of everything.

Now I share my journey through my podcast (Wandering the Wild Mess), I’m working on an aligned project of digital healing guides, and continue to pour into the written word—because storytelling has always been my way of making sense of the chaos and helping others feel less alone in theirs.

I’ve been writing since I could hold a pencil and asking deep questions since I could form a sentence. I’m endlessly curious about the human experience—how we think, feel, and move through this world. I believe we don’t fail; we just evolve.

I’m here to remind you that it’s okay not to have it all figured out. You’re allowed to grow, grieve, start over, and still be wildly worthy of love and joy.

I enjoy deep conversations, acoustic music, mountain views, and campfire moments that make you feel something. And I believe that if you’re reading this, you’re here for a reason.

Thanks for being part of my wild mess. Let’s wander it together.

And in case no one told you today—you matter

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