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Rolling Stone

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Some of us are made to be a rolling stone.

A stone doesn’t rest;
it keeps tumbling down the path alone.

Other rocks find their place,
But the rolling one keeps rolling,
restless as the wind,
untamed as the river.

So why roll when it could root,
when it could finally feel the weight of peace?

Because it fears choosing wrong.
Fears being trapped where it doesn’t belong.
Fears stillness more than motion.

So it packs up.
Moves on.
Again.
And again.
And again.

It never means to harm what it brushes past,
That’s just the nature of its momentum.

Its heart, hardened into stone,
only softens when it meets the strength of kind earth,
or shatters with the touch from the right rock.

Then, in fragments,
it realizes,
these pieces make me whole.

And maybe then,
the rolling slows.
Maybe then,
the wind stills,
the chaos gives way
to the slow life of love.

Because there will only ever be one
who makes a rolling stone stop.
Not from force,
not from fear,
but from the quiet knowing:
I’ve found where I belong.

And if you find yourself in love with a rolling stone,
remember..
it isn’t your fault if it keeps moving.
The stone must be ready.

If it’s meant to find you,
it will.
If not,
let it roll.

-Heather Dyan Morgan

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If this resonated with you, you’ll likely love my podcast. It’s where I share the raw, the real, and the wild mess that led me home to myself. Find Wandering the Wild Mess, wherever you get your podcasts. Apple, Spotify, & YouTube

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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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