Passage 1: The Words of the Wind

And so I let the wind whisper in gentle sways of serenity. It spoke to me of freedom and how to move within the world with powerful grace and flowing beauty.

I spent tiresome mornings letting it awaken me with songs it would make through the trees.
And the evenings I would succumb to its great power, standing in its midst and being overwhelmed by the strong glory.
On the days in which my body would betray its own well being, the wind would blow away my tears and caress my hair with gentle fingers.

I let the wind become my mentor, I allowed it to influence my decisions and I granted it permission to become a part of my identity. There were days I was serene and pleasant but others where I was turbulent and catastrophic, and I would say, "But the wind has taught me this and the wind is natural and I, like the wind, want to be natural." And so I let for the hurricanes to be justified by the peaceful days and the wind storms of uncontrolled emotion to be made well in my mind, because I was free and I had power that flowed and beauty that moved within my own mind. Although I was natural, I was mislead, and although I was strong with emotion I was plagued by it's indecision.

And so I whispered to the wind in gentle sways of serenity. I spoke of control and how to let yourself move the world with powerful grace and flowing beauty.

But the wind carried on as it does, naturally.