She lives by her own heart song and knows she’s not lost, just in between the version she once was and the one she is becoming. Her experiences are not bound by mortal dogma nor trite games and carries on with unwavering courage, leveling up with accountability. She’s vibrant, magnetic, always creating and offering from her heart (not only returning when given.) She’s aware God has a plan for her and she’s far from abandoned, but a cragged path she must walk. Stumble she may fall but trust me she won’t stay down. She’ll smooth out the craggiest of paths knowing that beyond is far more than she could imagine…that origin of divine, that dazzling light that moves toward her with each step taken forward in the presence of grace. Here’s to you sweet aria, ever so grateful to share these moments with you…long-live your magical aria.

“I lived for art, I lived for love,
I never harmed a living soul!
With a discreet hand
I relieved all misfortunes I encountered.

Always with sincere faith
my prayer
rose to the holy tabernacles.
Always with sincere faith
I decorated the altars with flowers.

In this hour of grief,
why, why, Lord,
why do you reward me thus?

I donated jewels to the Madonna’s mantle,
and offered songs to the stars and to heaven,
which thus did shine with more beauty.
In this hour of grief,
why, why, Lord,
ah, why do you reward me thus?” – Tosca by Giacomo Puccini