“THE SUN WAS SLOWLY SETTING ON DAY TWO OF MY FAST WHEN I SAW IT. SITTING IN MY POWER SPOT, AN OLD STUMP OF A PINE TREE BLACKENED BY FIRE AND TIME, I CRIED OUT ONCE AGAIN FOR A VISION.

PRAYING ALOUD, I ASKED SPIRIT TO SEND ME A SIGN, SOMETHING TO SHOW ME WHAT I WAS HERE FOR. AS IF IN ANSWER TO MY HEARTS PRAYER, A GUST OF WIND PASSED THROUGH THE FOREST AROUND ME LIKE A DEEP BREATH...”