There is a place I keep close to my heart.
Not built with stone or steel,
but formed from something softer....
a quiet knowing, a gentle breath,
the hush of truth that lingers like morning mist among the trees.
It is my space. A sacred sanctuary.
Where the walls are not barriers,
but invitations....to come as you are.
Here, no one needs to prove anything.
There are no performances, no scripts.
Only open hearts and quiet honesty.
When someone enters,
they are not met with questions or judgment,
but with stillness…
and a warm cup of time.
We sit.... just two people.
Not healer and client.
Not expert and seeker.
Just human and human.
Speaking not always to solve,
but to feel, to see and to remember.
Sometimes we speak.
Sometimes we don’t.
But the truth always finds its way
into the spaces between our words.
In my mind’s eye, it sits nestled somewhere
in a forest where the light dances through the leaves.
The wind hums lullabies through tall grass.
You can hear your own soul again.
Here, we don’t chase answers.
We listen to what’s already whispering within.
And somehow, that is more than enough.
If you ever find yourself aching for something real...not dramatic...just real...you’re welcome here.
Bring your silence and your laughter.
Bring your tired heart, if that’s all you have.
I’ll be here.
And I’ll listen because you deserve to be heard.
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