I had a big cry yesterday and it was all the lovely things. It felt like the rain releasing the pain of the sky— except it wasn’t the sky’s pain that was calling. It was mine.
What a gift they were to me, those tears. How they unlocked me, moved the energy of life up and down my back, swirling around my heart and into a place unknown. Healing for the girl I know and miss so much.
My beautiful soft girl.
She sometimes gets lost, and when she does I miss her so, so much. I want to always sit with her by the river and feel her wind as it rushes through me. I want to feel the greatest love of all—hers—as I sit among the trees and listen to the rustling quiet of it all.
What is it like to feel the wind of your own spirit? Have you felt it? If not, let me try to explain the feeling. I promise: when your spirit chooses its moment to tunnel through your bones—you will know. And with all of your heart, you will smile.
It feels like a release of every worry that ever existed in your world, turning it into every worry that never really existed at all.
It feels like sensuality. Like freedom.
Like the deepest,
It feels pure: like crisp, clear water.
It feels like a bliss that no external love could ever provide, and yet the spirit lives for love— to love, and to be loved in return. It lives to know every avenue of life. Every avenue of humanity.
It doesn’t ask questions, this wind, it just finds the softness of the body and whooshes, unclogging all the muddy pipes within, and planting the most beautiful flowers along the way.
And so it is that I know the wind on my skin is the spirit of the Earth.
And so it is
that I know we all have that very same wind
inside of us, too.