I immediately knew she was communicating with Devi due to a series of personal unique anecdotal information only Devi, I and her closest friends knew.
After the storm hits the village and all thats left is ruin, rumble and wreckage, there will be a stillness amongst the dust, chaos and shadows where the light gallantly shines through, that can only be recognized as a whisper of peace.
For peace, has a posture that can not be mistaken. It can stand tall and gracefully alone, without props or podiums, glitz and glamour or smoke and mirrors. It’s the truth that shows up as a promise and the embrace that carries us through to the other side of hope.