The Sacred Path of Bell
By Isabela Stoop
For the one who once called me Bell,
who saw me as a muse, a goddess, almost ethereal
at a time when I was still learning how to inhabit my own light.
In his sweet and gentle playfulness,
when he spoke of the “Sacred Path of Bell”,
there was something prophetic in it — even if unintended:
a sense that my path would be special.
Not because it was perfect,
but because it was true,
authentic,
sublime.
He may never have imagined that this would become my very identity.
I hold that memory with tenderness and poetry.
It stays with me — like a heart full of light, keeping me alive.
And perhaps, without knowing,
he was one of the first to recognize the vibrational beauty
I now carry in my heart
and in the choices I make each day.
To Tom, my heartfelt gratitude.
