“Every year, like a breath of intention spoken into the air, the coming year would deliver the promise that I’d named. Sometimes, the Universe would laugh, and the word manifested in unexpected ways. In the year of Faith, I learned what faith was (a light within) by witnessing what it wasn’t (a dogma you inherit). In the year of Power, I learned that productivity is not always in achievement, but in replenishment.”

“But prophetic dreams are not as prolific a phenomenon as one might think.

Dreams are like eggs: most crack open exactly as expected. But every once in a while, about one in a thousand, you get a double yolk. The trouble is, dreams are the same: there’s no way to know which ones are ordinary and which are special, not until life breaks you open. And this dream was a double yolk.”

“When God hands you a blank page, you don’t mourn an old storyline. You write something truer, braver, more alive…

We’re taught recovery has to look like a careful restoration of what was lost. But what if it looks like reinvention? Healing is rarely linear. Sometimes it’s heartbreak and hope in the same breath, giving yourself permission—day by day—to let both coexist.”