L ove, that ethereal alchemy of the heart, is a melody played on the strings of vulnerability. It is the soft whisper of dawn, the gentle caress that stirs the dormant leaves of the soul; a garden of emotions, where love blossoms like wildflowers, vibrant and untamed, each petal holds the fragrance of shared laughter, stolen glances, and the warmth of intertwined fingers beneath the canvas of a star-lit sky. Yet, with every note, there exists a counterpart, a shadow that waltzes in tandem, and within this garden, thorns emerge, unseen and unforgiving. The dance of suffering – those very hands that cradle you in love may inadvertently graze these thorns, leaving behind the traces of a pain that lingers, a suffering born from the tender vulnerability of the heart. It is the ache that follows the crescendo of joy. Love and suffering entwine, their hues bleeding into one another like water colours on a canvas kissed by the midnight rain. And so to love is to suffer. There can be no greater...
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.