The Boathouse, the Pony, and My Father’s Spirit
This vision came softly — but held layers of meaning, connection, and presence that I didn’t expect. It began with a shimmering fractals of hearts in pink and red, zooming and blooming like sacred geometry. Then came waves of white and silver — purity, clarity, love. I was suddenly at my dream lake, where I met a small pony with… Read More »The Boathouse, the Pony, and My Father’s Spirit




