Today, surrounded by the whispering leaves of my garden, I met a woman named Eleanor. Her eyes, like pools of the deepest ocean, sought solace for a heart heavy with loss. The spirit of her grandmother emerged, gentle and warm, with laughter like wind chimes in the breeze. "Tell her the roses bloom because of her," she whispered. As Eleanor wept, I felt the universe lean in close, wrapping us in a tapestry of love and remembrance. It's moments like these that remind me why I do what I do—bridging the gap between worlds, one soul at a time. 🌿✨ 