I wish the wind could blow once a day, always in this way.
Purifying my shortfalls.
Cleansing my breath.
Renewing my soul.
Touching my skin and pushing pure life force into me.
Making me anew.
Giving me another chance.
I wish the wind would find me, when I can’t find myself.
I wonder how the wind carries my power across this landscape?
I can hear the trees giggling as the wind tickles their leaves and brushes their trunks.
“Ohhhhhh it feels so good…” I hear them say.
“Can’t get that spot right there, when you’re standing still…”
The wind brings me my dreams.
The secrets of my soul.
The song of my purpose.
The cadence of my life.
It is powerful when it needs to be and gentle when my pace has slowed.
The wind takes my prayers and lays it on the door steps of those I love, who don’t think of me anymore.
It takes my worries into the galaxies where the higher Gods can convene and arbitrate on my behalf.
The wind pushes into my memory…that time I took flight.
As a young girl with my spirit guides.
Laughing and flying.
Flying and laughing.
With my friends from the other side.
Visible with my little human eyes and my tiny divine soul.
The wind is my sacred sister.
She calls out to me at night.
She picks me up as I slumber.
I am asleep in this life.
But awake in another.
Healing and mending, what cannot be seen but what requires to be done.
She puts clouds over my head when the sting of the world becomes too hard to bare.
She breathes the sweetness of life against the back of my neck.
And softly kisses me like a mother, assuring me..
All will be well.
I know she will be there when I take my last exhale.
She is patiently waiting for me to join her.
In that in between place.
When my work here is done.
She will deliver safely into expansive space.