Sitting in the corner is an old man. He is cracked, humbled, full of wisdom. I gaze into His eyes and another dimension opens up. He sees into me, he peers into my soul. There is no exactness to this science. The cloud of unknowing parts and I see clearly: How is it the old man is me? I am Him? There is a place where everything disappears from existence, and the dance of life and the dancer are one in the same.
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.