Love’s Truth

You’ll deepen your vow to Me,” He says softly, “through self-love, dear.

Awakening the Exiled

It’s time to bring back your magic again. Wake up, He says. The table’s been set. Let’s have fun—and get to work.

Inanna shows me the jewelry I made for Her. She smiles down as tears spill from me. Her hand smooths my hair.

I understand abundance is not limited— not by place or mind. It’s there, reaching toward us, with no filter.

There is vast containment in His embrace, while I explore all relation within it.

I was bound, boundaryless, not allowed them. Turn it into gold again and again—your own private magician.

A meditative piano journey for gentle internal noticing , reflection, renewal, and the quiet work of becoming whole.

I took the moth, and I took him up into me— and learned to carry them carefully: the final wand, the torch that’s now mine to hold.

I came to You with flower eyes and tear-song lips. I folded into darkness then light, shadow bright. Bleed me out to outpour love.

All unspent tears for Him freed and shed. Happy anniversary.