As author and photographer, Julie Crawford takes you on her adventurous journey through the path of self-discovery. Fueled by lyrical verses, Mother Nature’s churches, and undeniably fated interactions with kindred spirits, she wanders throughout her inner wilderness mapping out roads that connect mind, body, and soul.

Tuesdays, Heartbreaks, and Soulmates

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April 7, 2016

The very real time i went skydiving in moab, utah

The Universe is incredibly playful when it comes to synchronicity. I often wonder whether others are as aware of these kinds of moments in their own lives. For me, they happen constantly, and they show up most often through music.

Sometimes the connections feel so significant that it almost seems as though everything revolves around my personal journey—not in a self-absorbed way, but in a way that reminds me how deeply interconnected we all are. It gives me the sense that we're connected in ways our minds could never fully comprehend. Maybe that's why the Universe is named what it is: UNI • VERSE = one song.

Just minutes before I was scheduled to arrive at Canyonlands Field Airport to jump out of a plane, my nerves finally kicked in. TMI, but I knew I'd pee myself if I didn't make a quick pit stop first. There was a tiny gas station in the middle of nowhere with a single porta-potty outside.

As I walked into the store to browse for a moment, I heard a familiar song playing over the speakers: "Free Fallin'." Of course, it was John Mayer's cover version because that's just how my life works.

For years, I've said that if I ever worked up the courage to go skydiving, I'd want to listen to that exact song while falling back to Earth. After unexpectedly finding a Moab coffee mug to add to my meaningful collection, I dramatically burst through the doors, knowing I was exactly where I was meant to be.

Fast-forward: I wrote this book, intentionally published on Tuesday, 2/22/22

an ode to twin flames,
symbolizing a coming home within myself

then things got extra spicy...

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In October 2019, I began writing in a leather-bound journal to my person, naming him *you*. The first entry held my sacred vows, words that would later make their way into pieces of poems throughout my book, especially in the letter to him on page 111. Over the course of two years, I continued pouring my heart into those pages. Then, one day, I realized I needed to take a break from the diary and focus instead on writing the story of becoming the truest version of myself.

The time had come for my song to be heard.

Part way through secretly writing my book, I felt a message from a higher power telling me that it would make its way into the hands of my person. I carried that knowing with me as I wrote. I could feel him in the core of my existence. He would recognize my love in those pages as his own—the kind of love that brings *you* home.

On March 31st, 2022, a date so repeatedly synchronous in my life that it adds a godly beauty to our unfolding, a stranger’s email arrived in my inbox. In it, he expressed his gratitude for the resonating words he had discovered in a copy of Tuesdays, Heartbreaks, and Soulmates that had been lent to him through an insane sequence of happenings. The journey of that book into his hands was so improbable, so intricately woven, that it felt as though it could have only been arranged by the creator of the Universe.

We were never really strangers.

The one who would drive with me through Paradise Valley, Montana and get matching typewriter tattoos of John Mayer lyrics. I had been 'waiting on the day' for quite sometime, to find my person who is the equal to me in every way.

The one who would run beside me across the same canyons in Utah that I once flew high above—grounded, present, and married.

Storytelling is one of my favorite things

long, hyper-detailed stories

themes of intention, intuition, and kismet.

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