Friendship

I sought a friendship with the wind. I merely stood at the center of a circle I imagined into being. I slowly rotated, bowing briefly to each of the Four Directions. At first, I felt only that heavy emptiness within that makes you choke on your own breath. I saw, in a suspended moment, a dry, brittle bush wave in the air, its green swiftly returned to leaves and branches, and it flourished before me: I knew what Wordsworth had tried to teach me in verse now revealed in the humble bush's renewal, that Nature's soul overspreads time and place. Immediately I felt a soft breeze touch my face and cover my body with lilac scent. The wind had answered my summons. She had witnessed my renewal and displayed her welcoming "Yes" to our friendship in touch and truth. Henceforth, we travel the earth as one being.