This unsettling love unravels my intellect. My intellect leaps out of my head. Something new leaps into me wanting to take command. I give it lordship over the region of my heart. My hand dictates its ramblings. What is this thing called love? Why does it leave me so powerless? I am at loves mercy. His hands are clasped around my neck. I am unable to flee. I am a hopeless victim. I am a prisoner inside His imaginings.
My writing is inspired by my vivid dreams, my divine connection, my active imagination, my twin flame bond, and reflections on my daily life. Empowering women who are recovering from abuse and guiding souls through their spiritual awakening. May these words guide you to reclaim your voice, your heart, and your divine purpose.