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 sandy-blonde hair. I called her Sandy — soft and sweet.
Then I was at the boathouse — the sacred family gathering place. This time, I wasn’t looking from across the lake. I was there, walking the deck. And my dad was there, too. He said clearly, “I am here, in spirit.”
I knew then that this place — this dream — is part of his legacy too. My father used to speak of creating a home big enough for all his children and grandchildren. That seed became the vision I now carry for Divine Harbor.
Later, I welcomed a visitor to the Divine Harbor Center and showed her around —we viewed the classes as well as the shop. The tour ended with the Meditation Crowns. It felt like a gentle confirmation: this is sacred ground we’re creating.