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that place within yourself so you can see.”
    Zoey didn’t know what the Snow Tree was talking about, but stared at the fern anyway. She gradually started to feel a different tingling sensation embracing her body. It somehow gave her more focus and concentration.
    Zoey’s body took a long, deep breath of fresh air without her command. Then her eyes widened in complete amazement.
    There, hovering next to the fern was a small pink ball of light. Zoey put her hand over her mouth in surprise, and pointed at the pink ball. “What is that?”
    “Keep concentrating, Zoey.”
    Zoey looked straight at the ball with no other thought than what she was seeing. Within seconds, the ball turned into a beautiful, tiny woman with wings. She had her hands on the fern, tending to it, while singing the most beautiful of songs.
    Zoey jumped off the knot and ran over to the fern. But, before she could reach the fern, the tiny woman disappeared.
    “What was that?” asked Zoey. She was delighted by this whimsical creature. She'd never seen anything like it, and couldn't stop smiling as she scurried about, looking for the flying woman.
    “That is what's called a nature spirit. Nature spirits take care of this forest. There are many different types of nature spirits. That one was a nymph.”
    Zoey looked around the fern and started calling for her. “Nymph? Nymph? Come here little Nymph.”
    “She’s still there. I wanted to show you that there's more to life than what you see on a daily basis. There is so much more to the world than what you normally perceive it to be. You'll experience more of this very soon,” said the Snow Tree.
    Zoey had no idea what she was talking about, but ran over and sat on her chair again, hopefully. She wanted to see the nymph. Gazing into the fern for what seemed to be several minutes, she saw nothing more than the fern itself.
    “I can’t see her.”
    “But you did, and that's all that matters.”
    The wind then blew a mighty gust and Zoey closed her eyes. Her thoughts drifted away from the tiny flying woman and onto the wind. “That felt good.”
    “She likes you,” said the Snow Tree.
    “Who likes me?”
    “Her name is Lady Wind. She'll guide my words on her breezes when you're in need.”
    In need? In need of what? thought Zoey.
    “Now,” continued the Snow Tree, “we want to understand why you were crying.”
    “What do you mean?” asked Zoey.
    “You were crying when you first walked into the forest,” responded the Snow Tree.
    Zoey then remembered what she was crying about and the fire in her spirit erupted. “Because I can’t talk right! I get made fun of, or people just won’t talk to me anymore because they don’t know what I’m saying!”
    “You can talk very well, Zoey,” the Snow Tree said as she raised one of her branches, letting the rays of the sun land upon Zoey.
    “Do you feel the warmth coming from the sun?”
    “Yeah.”
    “That sun, its warmth, and its brightness are like you. You were created just like the sun. You are here to shine. Everyone would see the wonderful qualities of the sun in you if you allowed them to see how bright you truly are. However, you dim your light, hiding it from everybody. This is what happens when you speak with your head down, with your hands covering your mouth. It dims your voice and it dims you.”
    After a moment, she added, “Your dad gets impatient with you and your friends tease you when you put your head down toward the earth, while covering your mouth when you speak. Your hands and the ground can hear you just fine, but do you think anyone else can?”
    “Yeah, sometimes they can.”
    “Only after they ask you to repeat yourself over and over again. Is that true?”
    “Yeah, but my brother can always hear me—when he wants to.”
    The Snow Tree opened her branches wide and the sun embraced Zoey even more. “The sun is seen by all of us, and isn’t embarrassed to show us its brightness. It speaks its truth by giving us