They say a white dove appeared on the hour of her birth. She was the daughter of the medicine man, named Black Cloud.

The moon, the wind, the trees, all of nature always "spoke to me". The animals seemed to know me and the sense of being overwhelmed me. In the beginning it was hard to understand, difficult to see, and confusing. It wasn’t until the story of my ancestors was relayed to me that I began to comprehend what was happening, what was evolving inside me. This – is my story.

This poem describes the inner experience and struggle I had after recently meeting an absolutely amazing shamanic man.