A Black woman stands in quiet grace before a radiant stained glass window, her presence regal and grounded. Draped in a flowing blue gown with golden accents, she is captured mid-breath—her eyes soft, her posture calm, her energy unwavering. The stained glass behind her fans outward like a sacred halo, its rich tones of amber, terracotta, lapis blue, and warm gold forming a celestial tapestry of light. Each shard tells a story—of service, of holding space, of the invisible labor of caregiving, healing, and leadership. She is not posing—she is returning to herself. The window does not spotlight her; it amplifies her frequency. This is the embodiment of what it means to be a healer for the healers: a sanctuary in motion, a vessel of restoration, a woman made of pieces who never stopped glowing. The image hums with the energy of sacred replenishment—for those who pour endlessly into others and now deserve to be held.

Healer for the Healers

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A barefoot figure moves forward across a cracked violet ground, where soft, glowing lotus flowers bloom from the fractures. The warm pink and purple light evokes healing, power, and grace. Each step is slow, sovereign, and alive with intention. The lotuses represent transformation through adversity—reminding us that wealth is not found in perfection, but in the willingness to walk through what once felt broken, and bloom anyway.

Rewriting My Money Story

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