By Anna Weiss

The fragment:

In Russian fairy tales, a hero plunges into three enchanted waters and emerges transformed—from fool to prince in an instant. But in reality, though the principle is the same, the steps and deeds are countless, immeasurable.

Having clawed our way out of the underworld of human wrongs, we face the steady, unglamorous labor of each day—working until the horror of the past no longer shows its blackened face.

The road will be long, but scattered along it lie quiet, luminous gifts of fate—treasures that will be dear to the heart and soul.

We will untangle the knotted consequences of our choices, until an infinity of small actions weaves itself into a new pattern of change.

And so, step by step, we can arrive at a different destiny.

More about the upcoming novel here: https://anna-weiss-writes.com/where-the-wind-remembers-me/

The fragment:

“The cables of my bridge – those taut, invisible cords keeping me suspended over life – screamed one last metallic howl. They snapped. One by one. And then all at once.

Collapse.

The bridge broke. The supports crumbled into the black river of exhaustion, down into the floodwater of timeless despair. My nervous system roared like twisted steel. My life crashed around me, not with a whisper, but with the sound of tearing. Of demolition.”

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I’m writing this book now. An autobiographical novel about how Namkhas changed my life. About the kind of change that leaves nothing untouched – when life peels you raw so something true can emerge.

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If you want to see where it goes, stay close. The path is still unfolding.

What if the story you lived through was waiting for you to write it—just as you are, not ten years from now?

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The story of recovery.

Of finding the woman within myself.

Of my past life remembered through dreams and visions.

Of the fierce and subtle current that changed everything: Buddhist teachings, Namkhas, and the thread of destiny I never expected to follow.

It’s all being written now.

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I’ve wanted to be a writer for a long time. It began in Russia—I wrote two books in Russian about my healing journey. But back then, I didn’t know the story wasn’t finished.

For years I believed I needed ten more years to perfect my English before I could write in it.

But it wasn’t true. The story is ready now. It’s been waiting for me.

And it was one of my students who reminded me of that.

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I’m writing “Where the Wind Remembers Me” — an autobiographical novel about collapse, transformation, and the path out of silence and misery.

A story of disorder, escape from Russia and liberation.

A quarter of it is already written.

Simon Weiss has created the cover… and the process continues.

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I’ll be sharing fragments, insights, and moments from the writing journey in the weeks ahead.