Breeze On My Face

I have always admired the freedom of the bird and embraced the first light of the morning at the beach, where the cool wind blows on my face. Freedom. At least for this very moment of our life. Not of what we have or who we are. Like the wind, we fly together in unison. Above and through the forest, across the oceans and meet the mountain peaks and beyond the clouds. If only I close my eyes long enough, I might just touch the ceiling of the world. At times where we might feel hopeless, lost and defeated, if only we can open our heart and embrace nature, we can be inspired and be healed. Don’t give up. We can change our perspective and move on to greater height.