Wind

The wind has been blowing all day. It keeps making itself known to me, even as I whistle around in my own cyclone of activity. 

Now, as I settle into bed I can hear it still. There is something it wants to tell me. 

In the morning I’ll heed the call and head to my yoga mat where I’ll move and bend like the living tree that I am. I will center and I will listen.

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