The Wind of Forgotten Love
The Wind of Forgotten Love
The wind of forgotten love has arrived, that is what I like to call this savage wind. This midnight wind, this 2 am wind, this wind who will not listen to reason or love. It will not succumb to song or chant. This wind has its own agenda, which is to wreak havoc, so much havoc, until the world stops to listen to its howl of discontent. The warning wail of danger; the emotion, dread. No, it is not pleasant to be in the wind of forgotten love’s wake, for it speaks in the language of fear. It carves erratic pathways that feed on destruction, hinges its bets on human exhaustion and shatters much more than glass.
There was a time when I welcomed the wind. Heavy winds meant transformation and I could accept their meaning, their truth and what I believed was a reckoning of sorts. The wind’s job was to usher in the seasons and prepare us for change. It propelled dangerous storms now and again (the reckoning part) that swept oceans and lands clean. These winds were not the winds of forgotten love, no. These winds were the winds of respect, tolerance, acceptance and yes, seasonal. But then came decade upon decade of cruel disrespect and destruction to this wind’s lovers – the oceans - the seas - the rivers - streams -the forests -the mountains – the skies. Infuriated, by the harm inflicted upon its beloveds the wind began to answer this contempt with any and every way it knows how– forcibly manifest.
For those who refuse to listen to this wind of forgotten love, theirs is a faulty escape. For those of us who do (listen) this wind is inescapable. We begin to customize our own divinity and like it or not do our best to accept we are all in this dream together.
And so, to listen is to avail the wind of forgotten love’s revenge. We begin to oblige. We dedicate ourselves to that which speaks loudly to us, wielding, magnetizing powers of sorts and naturally or sacredly diving into the sacraments of wonder. For I have witnessed all of nature responding with more ease when we gaze at her in wonder. Wonder allows. Wonder gives us permission to connect and expand. If only to attempt to calm the wind of forgotten love with our allegiance to its beloveds.
Stay true world,
Maggygrace