My heart beats with the rhythms of the soil, my hands shaped by the tender care of gardens, each seed a prayer for life. From the earliest days, I knelt beside my mother in her gardens, learning that life, like soil, must be tended with love—enriched, planted with purpose, and nurtured toward the sun.

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In the quiet shadows of her battle with cancer, I was shaped by compassion’s tender flame, learning to hold space for both sorrow and grace. When she passed, her spirit became my guide, whispering lessons from the Otherworld. Through dream and waking, she taught me to walk the veils—between seen and unseen, land and lineage—bridging worlds for healing, for remembrance, for love.

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Now, I dedicate my life to this sacred work: guiding others to care for the land as an extension of themselves, to honor the ancient, maternal tides of Earth that flow within us all. Together, we plant not only for today but for generations yet to bloom, cultivating harmony, reverence, and a deep connection to the Divine woven into our breath and soil.