A Note from Deb

I was not born only to dream,
nor only to speak in light and language.
I was born to hold something—
to give shape to what others feel but cannot name.

For a long time,
I gathered stones.
Truth.
Silence.
Lessons etched into bone.

I learned where the ground was solid
and where it would give way beneath my feet.

I built slowly.
Carefully.
With hands that learned patience
and a heart that learned trust.

And then—
something unexpected happened.

The walls I built began to hum.

A tone rose from the foundation.

A melody slipped between the beams.

The structure asked for breath.

So I sang.

Not to impress.
Not to perform.
But to bless what had been built
with warmth, with meaning, with life.

Now my work stands—
not cold stone,
but a living sanctuary.

A place where truth has a voice,
and song has somewhere safe to land. I am the builder who learned to sing.
And what I create is meant to last.