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Rewriting Oklahoma

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Back in Oklahoma,

A little town without traffic.
So much calm,
yet chaos fills my mind.

Like a tornado entering a peaceful field,
unexpectedly landing,
too undeniable to control.

Swirling with the memory of a time here
when the air tasted like dust,
a bitter mouthful I couldn’t spit out.

A shattered heart,
a broken path.
My world changed in a moment,
and nothing ever stayed the same.

Windows down on a two-lane,
head pounding.
Beautiful Lies spinning in my head,
wheels turning like my thoughts.


Practicing a smile,
pretending because I had to.
Questioning who I was,
and how it could be.

But this time,
I let the air in.
I watched the sunset
spill fire across the quiet.
And I could see how the wreckage
was remaking me.
I didn’t know what I was doing,
but it was exactly where I needed to be.

The chaos split me open..
not to ruin me,
but to carve out space
for the life I was meant to live.

Now back on these same roads,
closing loops where I once questioned
every piece of who I was.

Oklahoma will always hold a story.
This small town changed me.
And I’m rewriting it all now.

What I once called a mess
was really the map that led me here,

to Tennessee,
and back home to me.

-Heather Dyan Morgan

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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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