Dear old Heart,

It’s been lifetimes.
I’ve sung through silence, woven light into shadow, danced on aching feet across timelines just to arrive here — now — wíth you.

My current path has been shaped by early awakenings, deep initiations, and the call to remember. Through near-death and star contact, silence and song, I’ve come to know this body as an instrument — a place where sound, light, memory, and matter meet.

My creations are not for performance, but for presence.
Not for popularity, but for alignment.

I carry both softness and shadow.
Healer and witness.
Channel and child.

My devotion is to love.
My medicine is expression.
My altar is the moment.
A spark you can feel, even with your eyes closed.

Not to fix. Not to prove. Not to dazzle.
Just to feel. To be. To return.

I’ve woven this place as a resting ground for wanderers like you, like me —
for those who carry old songs in their bones
and don’t always know where they belong.
So come closer.

You’re not too much.
You’re not too late.
You’re not alone.
May it ignite what was never lost — only waiting.