History as told by the Wind

Does the wind want to have a word now?

Hey, love. ( I feel this cheeky, almost joyful, younger energy now. It’s like seeing myself through someone else’s eyes. )

I hear you’ve been telling the Ocean my stories from when I’ve been away.

Who, me? No, never.

LOL. I like that you did.

Then it was definitely me. Good one, wasn’t it?

Yes—very good one… It’s nice you can be everywhere all at once. Must be nice.

Yes, it is nice. You know what’s the best thing? Temperature.

What do you mean?

Well, I do what I want. I carry the current I want. Meteorologists never see it coming. Sometimes I’m predictable—I do it on purpose wink—and sometimes BOOM!, when they’re not expecting it: KABLAM! I bring in a warmer current in winter WAHAW! People are happy.

Sometimes it’s nice, you know, to bring them snow over Christmas (humans). They love it. It’s probably one of the only days in the year when they think it’s romantic. But sometimes I just feel they expect too much from me. It’s boring to always blow in the same direction. So I bring them rain. It’s not necessarily what they want, but it’s what the Earth asks for. And when she—Mum—asks, I listen, you know.

Yes, I see. How come your voice is different here than in the UK? What is it? You seem younger.

That’s because I am, this place is. Not in age, really, but in life. It’s not really a linear time thing here. Let me explain.

You see how wild all of it is here still? Well, that’s how it used to be, everywhere. It was wild and free, and we answered to no one. We coexisted—air, earth, water, fire, and spirit. It was like this for a long time. We spoke and laughed and were free to express ourselves.

Yes, very wild and that. I admit, maybe puberty wasn’t such a bad thing in our case, but we were free. We were still free as crazy teenagers, don’t get me wrong. But us as children? Unbearable (for you, quite literally). Picked fights, tantrums…, naughty, very naughty.

When Mum was getting tired, so the atmosphere helped. Then the Moon helped a lot. She got the tides in order, finally. Oh my God, she… she liked to weep water. Always so emotional.

Anyway—fast forward a lot, a lot of years. More than your non-science brain could understand. We were young adults and learned to behave. And then there was faith in your youth—you guys, humans. You were fun to watch, to be honest. Trying to start a fire, LOL. That took you a while.

With time, you learned to talk to us, to listen, and to honour us. You respected our wisdom and our power. And together we co-created. You asked how to heal your sick and your wounded—we gave you plant ailments. You asked how to cleanse yourselves and your houses—water flowed in. I taught you how to speak and carried your words. All while Earth kept you steady.

But slowly, with time, you began to speak more to each other and less to us. Through the generations of births, some stories were left untold. And the story of our origins was too old and far gone for the new generations to understand. It got distorted, and we were forgotten. Dams were built in rivers, and mountains were carved for roads. Fire was replaced by electricity. And I just keep getting warmer.

No blame here—it’s history. Things happen. But it might have gone a tad too far in places. We just wanted to have a say. We just wanted to be asked to work together again. Yes, we know you don’t love our occasional tantrum… but how loud do we need to speak for you to listen? Let us help. We can self-heal—so can you. We don’t need technology, and you don’t need drugs. Your body, like ours, is ancient in wisdom.

But coming back to your question: I sound younger here because I am. Because I am wild and free. I don’t bend around buildings or make windmills spin. Me and the waves do what we want here, with the sand on your shores. We play, we draw, we shape it how we fancy—even multiple times a day. No one has tried to control us here. It’s chilled.

So yes, I am younger—younger at heart—because I was allowed to be wild, and still am.

That’s beautiful, thank you for sharing.

Thanks for listening, love. You share my story like I’ve shared yours.

I will.

Conversation with a young spirited Wind.

La Pedrera, Uruguay (Not my hometown exactly but the home of my heart)