My dance with words began at a young age. There was so much to devour and just as much to express. Until I lost sight of my truth and let the voices of others drown out my own. I got lost in a maze constructed of the beliefs and opinions of others. A maze of sweet fragrances and glorious surprises. But a maze nonetheless. A place to escape.

My escape came in a personal experience that shook me hard enough to break down the walls of who I thought I was. And in that humility I opened myself to the Universe. What was being said to me—not through the writings and words of others, but through my connection with her. And in connecting with her, I connected with a deeper part of myself I didn’t know (or, perhaps, forgot) existed. And she loved to write. To give words to the beauty around and within her.

These words are both from and for her. And for the one who lives deep within you.