My heart opened toward you, cathedral doors swung wide in welcome. Reds and blues water across the floor— purple etches love.
My heart opened toward you, cathedral doors swung wide in welcome. Reds and blues water across the floor— purple etches love.
I learned to call it the soul bell. She still rings when something resonates profound.
God never told anyone we must all shape square and sit down.
I love how pain breaks way to relief, and how I grow and learn best in liminal spaces.
Her compositions heal the spirit, bless the soul, and awaken the human. Every chant carries light and devotion.
My whole heart feels alive in devotion, where love of the Divine keeps me present, connected, and whole.
I love to stay busy and keep feeding my creativity, but I’ve noticed one of the best ways to do that is by doing nothing at all—by simply receiving from life.
I was given the rain, and I opened myself to receive it.
I can pave the path and create—without anything much but presence, feeling, and intuition, heart-centeredness.
My family brings tears of joy to my eyes. Witnessing God in others. Miracles. Answered prayers. A good love story.