The path of the heart

Many years ago someone wrote a poem for me. She wrote them for many people. Maria was a healer and a friend who lived in Taos, NM. I loved the poems she wrote for everyone else in our group. I didn't care for mine. What I didn't know at the time was the truth she saw in all of us, especially me. This is what she wrote for me:

D, D,
what can I say?
A radiant child
in a golden ray.
Your eyes tell the secret
of your great light.
I look to the day
your anger takes flight.
Your suffering has brought you
your journey to start.
It's a wonderful journey
the path of the heart.

So I have broke my anonymity to a degree.
If this is what I must do to heal. So be it.
I'm still Lunarjane and the place I hope to live is...
the Northern Lights. My Aurora Borealis

Love
Jane