Spreading Wings

In Lourdes, on the holy feast day of Assumption, the body of a dead child lies in a pool of blood in front of the statue of the Virgin. Around her stand those who have come to love her, not just as a child, but as a gifted soul, trapped in a disabled body. Their grief at her loss merges with the love that she has awoken in them. Though she is gone, the love that they feel in her presence, grows stronger. Her body returns to the convent of the nuns who came to regard her as their own saint, but at the moment when they are ready to bury her, she lets them know that she is very much still with them. What follows is the evolution of a relationship that began when seekers from different paths converged on a chteau in Entre Deux Mers, South Western France, and discovered this child held the key to their destiny. What began in "e;Crooked Wings"e; now takes flight and like birds losing their fledgling plumage, they learn to spread their wings.