Dear wind,

I want nothing more than to drift away, barefoot, with an open heart and eager mind. Wind in my hair, I want to run away and wander about the world- to be free and light on my feet, to swim the sea, lie under the starry sky, soar among the clouds, and be among the wild things. To be a wild thing. To find leaves and flowers in my knotted hair and sing under my breath to the world. To carve my own path, learn from people I meet in various places, and drift like the wood that washes up on the shore. I crave this existence that I once knew. I feel restricted, trapped like a caged animal I yearn to be free. Where are the fields and birds and trees I see in my dreams? My energy and passion are wavering under the weight of this existence. I am growing weary of the cars, parking lots, noises, schedules, and fragmented lifestyles that surround me. Wind, won’t you take me away? If not today, then tomorrow?      

Sincerely yours,

A tiny drop of water in a turbulent sea




When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.
J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan