Renovation of the Heart

I left behind twenty‐five years

of shadows and toxic echoes.

Now 56 and standing, on the edge of a future

that I didn't think possible,

in the husk of a big old garage.

This space, a gift from my dear Auntie,

once housed his business, again cradles dreams.

With each nail and brushstroke,

I reshape walls and rewrite my story;

my grown children cheer silently

as I build a small haven

a sanctuary of light, love, and self.

Dear Aunt Ruby, From the moment I started in the garage that carries the legacy of Uncle, I knew it was more than just a space, it was a gift of love, strength, and new beginnings. This place will forever hold the spirit of family, and I know his spirit visits here. Thank you for this incredible gift, for believing in me, and for gifting me a place to heal and grow. With all my heart, I am forever grateful for your kindness.

With love and gratitude, Shari and the Tribe.