Love is the Source

There is a truth I carry in my bones, a truth whispered to me in my darkest hours and illuminated through my near-death experiences: love is the source of all things.

Love is not fragile. It is not sentimental. It is the pulse that keeps creation alive, the thread that carries us through endings and births, the light that remains when everything else falls away.

I did not come to this knowing easily. Like so many, I gave too much of myself away. I believed that love meant sacrifice. I tried to shrink myself small enough to fit into someone else’s world. I confused patience with silence, endurance with devotion. And in that shrinking, I lost my reflection in the mirror of another’s control.

But Spirit has a way of calling us back. Sometimes gently, sometimes through fire. For me, it came as an awakening in the middle of the night — the sudden realization that I had already abandoned myself. And with that clarity came the choice to return, to gather what was left of me and walk into an unknown future with my son by my side.

It was not easy. The path of rebuilding was steep, and I was often penniless, afraid, and alone. Yet it was also sacred. Looking back, I know now: this was initiation. This was how I was reborn.

Through every transition, I have found love waiting. Love when I was broken. Love when I was rebuilding. Love when I doubted, love when I soared. Love was always there — quiet, steady, eternal.

This is the heartbeat of my ministry: to help others find that same thread of love in their own lives. To walk beside those who are unraveling, who are stepping into new chapters, or who simply need rest and a reminder that they are not alone.

Through massage and energy healing, through spiritual counseling and sacred listening, I hold space for the body and the soul to remember. To release. To begin again.

Because love is the source. And from love, everything is possible.

If you are walking through change, through loss, through the tender places where life has asked more of you than you thought you could give — I invite you to come as you are.

Together, we will listen for the whispers of your own wisdom. Together, we will remember.

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