"The wind is God's voice whispering through the trees. If you listen carefully, you will hear the state of your own soul echoing back to you"
Paul Nash

I do not know if he was actually quoting someone else, but he meant it!
Paul was my 'Da', though we called him Dad.

I was born to them. My mother, Stella, said they had switched babies at birth in the hospital. I knew she was right! I believed some souls had pushed ahead of me in line up in Heaven.

Accident or not, belong or not belong, through this man I was shaped for this life.

You see, I have always been excited by storms, great winds! For sometime, I believed it drowned out the storm within me. I seek out places to play with the wind. On a catamarran, or at the High Ledges, on the stony bald top of Mt. Monadnock, or here at my new lodgings, where the wind is often triumphant over electric power lines, where trees shake and sway and shiver, working with the wind to form new sounds.
All four elements are strong in my life! At present I am graced with rock and water.