When I am gone, release me, let me go. I have so many things to see and do, You mustn’t tie yourself to me with

I’ll be there to see them soar upon the air. Know my spirit is on the wing, feel my laughter- hear me sing. Forever in

“If you will study the entire series of cards [he had painted] you will find one theme runs through most almost all – the butterfly.

Like a butterfly emerges And unfolds its graceful wings, A child grows and develops With the love a mother brings. I’m thankful for the times

A rush of wings they flutter high to touch the sun and kiss the sky A butterfly is with us now No more a caterpillar

May the morning sun carress you, The rains of change refresh you, And the gentle breeze of His Spirit Lift the wings of your transformation.

One day the Creator was resting, sitting, watching some children at play in a village. The children laughed and sang, yet as he watched them,

As you release this butterfly in honor of me, know that I’m with you and will always be. Hold a hand, say a prayer, close

As the Lord had finished creating the earth, something was missing so he chose pieces from all the flowers, threw them into the sky and

​An  Native Aboriginal story of transformation, which has been passed down through the generations, tells of a man and his son, who were walking through