About Me:
I am an artist and visionary. My goal in life has been to “Walk in Beauty” where ever I go.
My desire is to live in natural surroundings and experience the ever-changing kaleidoscope that Terra is.
My background is art, interior design and jewelry making.
I created a store/gallery called “Indigo” in Philadelphia that carried indigenous art and craft from around the world. I enjoy handmade objects that are infused with spirit. My own jewelry is colorful and natural, using healing gems, stones, minerals, metals and glass.
Most recently, my life has brought me to apply myself to vibrational healing. Everything surrounding us in nature supports our healing and I am continually in awe of it’s power to heal with love. I look forward to sharing the gifts that I have been given.
Ascension, for myself, and the planet has been my primary focus. I feel blessed to receive the great gift that awaits us as we transition into the 5th dimension, Terra.
My most recent fortune cookie: “You will soon be traveling to far away places!” Yes!
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Emily Bronte
How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather,
More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears.
How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are.
Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores.
I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern.
It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war,
Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear.
Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream.
A heart that loves is a heart that is free.
Nice to be your friend from the distance
Chao
Raffael
Erma Louise Bombeck