They say that turtles carry their homes on their backs, moving through the world at a pace that refuses to be rushed. I’ve always felt a deep connection to that. For twenty-five years, I shared my life with a desert tortoise. A quarter-century of slow, steady companionship. When I eventually had to give him away, that love for tortoises and turtles stayed with me. Years ago, while visiting my mom in Hannibal, Missouri, I found a beautiful turtle ring. It was the perfect souvenir…a tiny, silver reminder of my roots, my mom, and the tortoise I’d loved for so long. But then, life got a little complicated. Two years ago, I traveled to Kalamazoo, Michigan. I was visiting a friend…someone I thought at the time might be a soulmate. It was one of those "Person of Interest" chapters where you’re trying to see if the pieces fit. As it turns out, the romantic spark didn't catch, though we remained friends. But as I flew back home from that trip, I realized with a he...
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.