You may not believe it, but I’ve had conversations with the wind and every day I spend my time (quite a bit of it) coercing energy through me, around me and to me
I’ve come to learn we are vessels always being emptied and filled and fate is the river, the ocean the clouds overfull, that spill from the heavens and give us another drink from love’s well of eternity
Some times, we’re out in the open sea wonderfully welcome and perfectly free with a million directions to choose from; others, we’ll drift into an inlet some people are born in a creek that the sunlight finds it hard to reach and their little pinch point never evaporates so they might have trouble flying
We can guide the water’s flow a bit, sail the ocean, converse with the wind, we can build a dam and hold it in but there’s no controlling energy
We can’t raise the sea into the sky separate the water and salt so nobody goes thirsty We can’t stop the waves from flirting with the shore Can’t stop the moon’s gravity (clouds are a bit different, but that’s a secret)