Maina stood transfixed overlooking the Grand Canyon’s abyss.
Worried she was terrified, “Maina, are you okay?”
“Wamblee spoke to me,” her eyes looked a little glazed
“Who is Wamblee?”
“Wamblee is my spirit guide. I was the eagle. Look!”
She pointed up. An eagle was soaring but dropped down and landed on the railing. It looked at Maina for a short time before appearing to bow and flying off.
Our Native American guide explained Maina had had a spirit guide experience, “She will achieve greatness in her life.”
We had named her well. Maina was a Hindi name for bird.