Tears fall, they run down faces, streaming like tiny rivers falling to the earth … absorbed. Billions of tears everyday in all nooks and crannies in this world … salty portions of sadness, fear, frustration and hopelessness given to the earth since the beginning of time.
I sit in a chair in the sun. The warmth of it penetrates my flesh, I can feel it as it pushes its way deeper into me. The wind stirs, caressing my skin. Embraced by the sun and caressed by the wind …
Maybe, just maybe I won’t cry.
Defense mechanisms are developed through younger years via rote. Many people are willing to raise defense even when not required … it’s this strange embedded “training” we’ve all received.
And it’s weird that it’s so common among people and yet most are still unaware when their emotions and reactions are surfacing … coming up and fading almost without acknowledgement, at least a conscious acknowledgement anyway.
It’s crazy and not surprising when so many other things in our reality go unnoticed.
If we wrote a book what would it’s title be? “Conversations with the Wind”. Would you object to being called the wind?