Communicating emotions and ripples loss reaches and how it touches a life is challenging. Confusion wants to rest where clarity waits to reveal its purpose.

After death, I knew immediately my call as a woman, a young widow, was now to listen for the sound I heard from the heavens that night. The gift that sounds like sorrows....is also a place where magic is released in those moments.

My ear has been trained to hear.......

In the days following his death, it became clear that a call to our community was on the rise. The day of "burial" would create a life of new beginnings.... It is the time and season to make those declarations.

"I can see the time drippin' down the clock,, We've been trying to hear that ancient refrain
It's the one that knows just when our heads are down, And reminds us of the place from where we came

"Daddy daddy daddy, all my life, I've been trying to find my place in this world"
"I got all night to listen to the heart of a girl"

What happened here, what is this world? It's too far from the heart of a girl
A ripple in the water, From the drop of a pearl, I'm on the shore waitin'
For the heart of a girl

Deep in the night, I feel the presence, Of something that was long ago told to me,
There is a hand, guiding the river, The river to wide open sea
And deep in my heart, in any game,, On any mountain, no I'm not afraid

Standing on stone, you stand beside me, And honour the plans that were made"' The Killers...

The Heart of A Girl.