“A few days before, with each labored breath, she was losing her faith until it found her. And then she remembered that the highest level of faith is trust: in hope, in revival, in a power higher than herself. And finally, with an exhale and a smile – and salty tears, she closed her eyes and felt the earth’s harmonious vibrations – from the Nambé Pueblo Native Americans she worshipped with just a month earlier to the echo of her children’s laughter from years ago…”