The legend of the Singing River was first told to me by my maternal grandmother, Grandma Graham, when I was a child.  Many years later, I found solitude and inner-healing on the banks of the beautiful Pascagoula River.  Sometimes I would sit and think, while watching this majestic, peaceful river flow.  I especially loved the sandbars.  They were secluded little beaches that formed after the river's ever flowing current deposited mounds of white sand along her banks.  Who were the ancient people who had lived for centuries along this lush river?  This question often came to mind, and I found myself thinking about them and what their lives were like.

        In the winter of 1994, during an emotionally trying time in my personal life, I began to have dreams of the phenomenon that gave the Pascagoula River her mystery and her legend.  Keeping track of these dreams, I wrote them down in an old loose leaf notebook.  That is how this book came to be.

        A good friend once told me that whenever life gets really hard, miracles can happen.  We often overlook them because we are so wrapped up in our everyday problems.  My "miracles" came in the form of a whole cast of people that visited me while I slept.  Here is their story, exactly the way I've dreamed it, and the dreams have continued to this day.

                                       Laura Hildick Burge