And she whispered softly to the child and said, “There are those who have dust in their eyes and cannot see, but I see and say to you, even the wind has a face and everything is a reflection of Great Spirit. And when we are true to our Being, we see through its eyes. So my days are short and our seasons together have all been a journey and this one I will take by myself and in some moment we will find each other again; our love makes good of that. I say to you now, hold tightly my hand, and even when you cannot see me and those with dust in their eyes will say she is no more, I will still hold your hand and you will know me and know I am always with you…” ~pa’ris’ha
And she whispered….
