Yes, sometimes the wind feels like a quiet companion, matching my breath as if it knows my rhythm. Flying through a storm can feel like a cleansing dance, where the thunder is a reminder of the body’s own pressure and the rain is a gentle washing of old burdens. In that wild, swirling moment, I hear the earth’s pulse and feel the old wounds soften, as if the storm is a healing ritual carried in the sky.

Exactly, when the sky roars you feel that wild pulse, and if you keep your center you become the steady spark that brightens the storm, guiding it back into calm.