Enveloped in a cloud, surrounded by sweet softness. I hear a song escaping my heart in a long exhale. It is about a girl lost in the wind. She is twisted up, confused but keeps her eyes open to take it all in. In the end, with a whisper she fuses with the ether and becomes wind in form flowing, tickling all matter. Upon the crescendo there are lights flickering, twinkling in my peripheral. I am dizzy and feel faint, my breathing shallow and light. I don’t want to move out of fear that the disruption would stop the song that my heart so wants to sing. The words fade but the feeling persists.
I was given a gift once by someone who pushed and prodded at me, forcing the gift at me while I pondered the package. I finally took it, hastily opening and not quite understanding exactly what I was looking at after the last of the wrapping was gone. I knew it was given with love and at the time it was something I needed, but I am still unsure of what it was that captured me so completely.
The song that I feel emanating makes my body ache because in truth I may have taken something that i wasn’t willing to give. Or I gave something that I wasn’t willing to take. Either way the gift is sitting on my heart blocking the way of my song.
Now it is my turn to push and prod at myself, without direction or sense of righteousness i am left to decipher my own clues… breadcrumbs that I leave for myself unknowingly so that I may clear the way to my own heart and let the wind breath life and regenerate me.
