Prolifically Raw: What the Wind Says...

Saturday, June 09, 2007

What the Wind Says...

The wind pushes at leggy pine trees and they bend with her, while their roots hold deep to the earth under layers and layers of pine needles they no longer need. It�s a dance the trees and the wind have done for years.

The partners don�t mind me, I�m just another silly human treading on their hollowed ground, they�ve seen the likes of me before.

Long after I�ve drifted back to dust and dissolved into the sun, the wind and the trees will be together as they are today. Theirs is the perfect marriage.

�I need to learn how to love myself, that�s really what is needed,� I muse, as I watch them, a bit enviously.

Almost immediately, before the thought is fully out of my head and tossed on the time line, the wind breaks free of the tree tops and whips herself into a thousand peels of laughter. Tiny birds scatter just ahead of her.

�You can�t learn to love yourself,� the wind calls, her cool breath against my face.

�Excuse me?� I say.

I am a bit perturbed. After all, something must be wrong with me, all alone up here, envious of the trees and how they bend to the wind with such grace. The wind is not fooled by my attitude though. She knows that behind this brave facade, I want to hear what she has to teach. (She�s been following me for quite a while.)

The wind says, �saying you need to learn to love yourself is like saying you need to learn how to blink your eyes. There�s nothing to learn. Don�t you see? You can�t love yourself, you are love itself.�

The trees are still while the wind, their eternal partner, takes a rest. In a flurry of feathers, the little birds return to rest in the high branches.

I squint into the dusk, trying to see where the wind went but she�s gone. That's just the way she is, coming out of nowhere with her stories that are sometimes wicked, sometimes oh so gentle, and then fading away, like a memory. You've got to respect her ways, she's not going to change. Like the trees, I don't want to harness her. It can't be done. I just love her the way she is. I love her stories too. Especially this one. You are love itself. That's a very good story indeed. I decide to sit for while and consider what she had to say. Maybe she'll be back soon, to tell me a bit more.