Interestingly — ever since I can remember, I find a certain peace hearing the wind blow through trees or tall grasses. Perhaps it’s the musician in me — it sounds like music. The rhythms of rustling branches, the frequency and timbre of tree trunks creaking, or the sight of leaves falling from trees or fluttering in the sun. At a micro level — watching a leaf fall, or at the macro — watching a forest bend and sway.
I go to the woods often. I’m a bit of a loner by nature — odd for some of you to read that, I’m sure. And, while walking in the woods I said a prayer. I confessed my feeling of loneliness, which I’ve felt since I’ve been a kid. I confessed how much I missed my father’s presence, he is someone that seemed to always “get” me. And, I asked simply to feel a sense of comfort.
The breeze that came through the forest cooled my right cheek, where a tear drop had formed. My head, which had felt sweaty felt cool. My tense neck felt relaxed. I felt compelled to let out a deep sigh. A cooling sensation came over me; I felt at peace.
I felt calm. I knew I was not alone.