Wild Wind

I was born a wild wind into a family that was afraid of storms. The child of a volcano and churning ocean, I swirled and danced into the sky. Then, in a flash of poetry, water and fire dropped away, and I emerged ready to live an untamed life. My eyes opened and I saw a world determined to train and restrain me.

My wild spirit has been caged and tossed and rejected and chained, and sometimes put on display, but rarely truly loved. Every desire I had was analyzed, evaluated and usually rejected and opposed. I even frightened those who loved me to fill their sails or lift their wings. Wildness is deeply seductive, and the power of the wind is a siren song. There were those who craved a taste of my wildness. And yet, they too grew afraid of loving the spirit of the wind.

To survive I learned to hide in deep caves, and to take many forms, to rarely reveal my true self. But wild winds cannot be constrained by the will of others. And so I left the restrictive places that masqueraded as safety, following my soul’s craving for something I could not define. But I almost lost myself. I had to forget what I had become so I could remember who I always was. Gladly, I stripped off the bindings I had accepted in order to earn my way, and walked naked, arms spread wide, into my power.

And there, naked and alone, I saw myself reflected back in the mirror of the darkest night. I heard the furthest planet sing my true mystic name. All my dreams stretched out like ocean waves before me, and I realized that the pain of the past had never really mattered,