So grateful to have taken a load off here…a sweet encounter with little verbal exchange, a few sips of an agua Fresca with a twist and did I mention a voice that turns heads? Vibrations deep from the hara swelling, spiraling and stretching to the tonsils, then set free like a gifted dimension of oneself that continually forgets to access and claim once and for all. Like a prayer your voice calls us there. Will we hear it? Such innate and intrinsic beauty and as your name proclaims, you radiate grace, you ignite summer resolutions and keep them sizzling…at last, mass deliverance without the groveling…at last revealing, reclaiming and reviving of the thrown that will not be overthrown…at last we feel your grace.