Like most meaningful exchanges, receiving a gift that stirs something profound within can awaken a sense of purpose. For me, the idea of writing this blog was just that—a gift.

I had just stepped into retirement, feeling tender, open, and hopeful about offering something of light to others. It took two years of reflection before I found the clarity to begin and give shape to what I envisioned.

From the moment I started, this blog has become my guide, teaching me as much as I’ve tried to offer through it. As I wrote, a few entries at a time, I found myself on a journey I hadn’t expected. The support I imagined would come from friends never quite arrived.

Instead, my deep connection to spiritual guidance—my angels, my guides, God, and the Universe—has carried me through.

I often think of my grandfather, who once held my hands when I was a young girl and said, “Your words are the only things you truly own.”

Remembering that now, I’m struck by how humbling and true those words are.

Some readers have told me it feels like I’m speaking directly to them, as if I somehow know what they’re going through. The truth is, I’m not that wise.

I know that when I write, I listen to my soul. And when I truly pay attention, the words find their way through me. It’s a quiet, sacred kind of gift.

More than the posts themselves, the soulful connection to each word continues to astonish me.

That connection is the true gift I hope to share. And if anything I write offers you even a moment of lightness or helps you step into a better place along your journey, then I am deeply grateful.