People often ask what first set me on this path. The answer is deeply personal: the passing of my young son. 

At birth, he was starved of oxygen, leaving him severely brain damaged and expected to live only hours. Miraculously, he stayed with us for two and a half precious years. Music became our way of connecting with him through special toys. After his passing, something extraordinary happened: those same musical toys would begin playing spontaneously whenever my husband or I sank into grief. It was his spirit, letting us know he was still with us— comforting, guiding, and reminding us that life continues beyond this physical world. 

That experience opened my heart to the truth of spirit. Even now, my son visits me, and each time he does, my heart leaps with recognition and love.