I hear my name whispered on the wind, and can do naught but answer, for I belong to the wind, and all that “is”

I hear my name resounding from the hills, and I respond with a deep desire to see and touch; to explore the less traveled pathways

I hear my name in the rustling of the leaves, beckoning me to come forth, to cross the next horizon, climb the next mountain, and meet new friends

I hear old friends shout my name, saying “Come join us”, and I respond with a hearty “I’m coming, my friends”

I eagerly anticipate the shared feeling of joy and freedom, knowing in my heart that they too, belong to the wind, and all that “is”…