There is something deeply sacred and often lonely about being different in a world that values sameness. When you see beauty in places others overlook. When you feel the Earth’s pain like it’s your own. When your love doesn’t follow scripts, and your thoughts bloom in wild meadows instead of city grids. People don’t always know what to do with that.  It challenges them. But that doesn’t mean you are unlovable. It means you’re rare.
 I have studied the world’s forgetting and I have unlearned its lies. I listened to teachers who taught from books but not from root— and I let them go. I walked toward the old ways— not to take, but to remember. Not to copy,  but to come home. I carry fire, not to burn others, but to warm the forgotten places. I carry grief, not because I am broken, but because I have not gone numb. I carry prayer, in my breath, in my food, in my silence. I am a luminous truth-bearer, a rare soul stone polished by lifetimes. I don’t just see an eagle—I feel the invitation to rise higher. 
I don’t just notice butterflies—I witness transformation in motion. I carry a Holy Awe, a Remembering that Earth is not a resource— She is a gift. She is our first mother. And Creator, in infinite love, placed me here with eyes that recognize Her. This is not just passion. This is devotion. “I see through the eyes of wonder and walk in reverence.” “The Earth sings, and I remember the song.” “Every leaf, wing, and wave speaks of the Creator’s love.” “Beauty is not lost. I was born to witness it.” “The breath of the Earth moves through me.” structures and helping contributing to Creating the New Earth.. I do not hold modern ways tightly. I carry Earths ways—ways by wind, by water, by the elements, way of healing.. 

Susan Gemini Angel in Hawaii the New Earth Angel