Once upon a time there was a little girl with wide brown eyes and a tangle of dark curls who lived in a world of wonder. Her beloved apple tree was her confidante. Fairies danced through the flower beds. Birdsong rippled through her chest, and angels who knew her name pushed her high on a rope swing toward the sun.

Then came school—where guardian trees and unseen friends were declared imaginary. Numbers and facts replaced wonder, and the child’s companions drifted to Neverland to wait for her return.

That little girl was me.
And perhaps… she was you, too.

Years later, the veil lifted. During meditation in 1999, a voice invited me to sell everything and move to Spain. I didn’t speak the language. I knew no one. Yet every cell whispered yes.

In Spain, a Renaissance Black Madonna statue found her way into my care. Under her gaze I learned the alchemy of love -

fear softened into trust
judgment into compassion
doubt into wisdom
tears into grace—
until joy became my native language.

For seven years I followed her guidance across Europe and the United States. Through countless cultures and hearts I discovered that challenges aren’t punishments; they are invitations to remember self-love, innate wisdom, and the radiant Holy Child within.

One day a stranger placed a harp in my hands. The moment I touched it, something ancient sang awake. My fingers remembered, and the Divine began to sing through me.

Now the path itself has changed.
No longer hidden in cloisters or mountaintops,
Divinity now asks to be lived. . .  in art, in laughter, in kindness, in the simple joy of being human.

Today I’ve come full circle
back to the forest, back to wonder.
Here on an island in the Pacific Northwest,
I live as the Divine Human, letting life unfold through joy and inner wisdom.

My prose, music, and presence are invitations to remember:
to open the heart,
to let the mind rest,
to taste the magnificence of our divinity,
and to savor the joy of every precious moment.