Poetic imagery. I especially like the underlying Native American theme.

It’s interesting (and, I think, appropriate) that you chose to write in first person present tense. “They can not help but give a name to what they are too blind to see.” True, and well put. There is a definite veil of sadness to the voice of this piece, as if the Lady perhaps felt a measure of sorrow for those who “remain willingly sightless.”

However, the way you wrote certain phrases (they shine brightly, like wisps of flame in my sight… though I am in this World, the world of real things, the breeze through the birch leaves, the roughness of stone, the slick pelt of the otter, my vision is often in the spirit world) made it seem almost as if she were saying so with smile.

A skillfully written piece. But when will I get to read more from you? Have you sufficiently edited the story you told me about yet? I will wait, impatiently as always. And if you don’t hear from me for long stretches at a time, it’s because my internet service provider sucks.