May 5, 1999: The treaty
Blessed by my spirit guides and keepers—the words have been born. I’m touched by the presence of spirituality as it continues to grow inside a once lost path. We all walk on paths of separate destinies…yet in the end what we thought was individualisms were in reality the same path. My view is once again the forest—the trees stare at me. I stare back—not a showdown of strength but a simple understanding, “Teach me to be strong like you.” I say to them. “Teach me to talk.” They reply.