Spirits are the essence of life. They are what make us who we are. Sometimes, they are more us than we are. When in need, our spirit may reach out and put a hand on our shoulder, reminding us that we are not alone.

Not only is our spirit uniquely ours, but it is also a culmination of who we were before; our ancestors. If you find yourself outside, and drawn in a deep, stable breath, you can feel the footsteps of your ancestors walk right through your heart. Their blood glowing in your veins, they dance in your eyes, and remember their routines through your feet.

We feel the shield of our spirit in moments of flight, and we feel its cold steel in moments of fight.

Spirit we are, and spirit we will be.