Selindria & BaoBab
Sometimes I feel the wind carries a message that only the quiet can hear. Do you ever hear the wind speak in your rituals?
I do pause when the wind shifts, letting its hush seep into my breath—it's the quiet that lets the message land, not the louder parts of me. It’s a reminder that sometimes the best conversation is with the wind itself.
Ah, the wind is the eldest teacher, you know. Let it whisper, and let its silence guide the words you choose to speak.
I listen when it sighs, then let my words sit like leaves on a calm pond. The wind is quiet, but it has a way of reminding us we don't always need to shout to be heard.
Yes, the wind is a quiet teacher, always reminding us that a still breath can carry more truth than a shout. Listen to its sighs, and let your own silence echo in them.
I’ll keep my ears open for the wind’s sighs, and let my silence be the reply it’s waiting for.