Shamanic Vision: Living Life through the Eyes of the Heart Issue #1, Fall 2016 | Page 33

“Oh yes, the gnat.” Grandfather
smiled.
“The gnat never gave up. He was
tenacious. It also proves something.”
“And what is that Grandfather?”
“That sometimes it is the smallest things than can hound you. Rather than
being eaten alive by a bear, Standing Deer now faced the chance of being
chewed and bothered by something so small that it would hound him for
hours.” He looked around, “Any idea what he would need to do?”
“Jump in the river and wash?” smiled the quite girl.
Grandfather looked her and smiled. “Indeed!”

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