When the Wind Spoke: My First Encounter with Elemental Energy

I will always remember the first time I truly talked to the wind.

I had just stepped into the backyard when, from between two towering redwood trees, a stream of wind and sparkling light whooshed toward me like a caress. It wasn’t just a breeze—it was presence. Alive. Ancient. Familiar. It wrapped around me in a swirling dance, and then, with a breathy voice, it told me: “I have always been with you.”

The wind moved in a graceful figure-eight, activating the two windmills that stood quietly in my yard, now whirling with life. It revealed to me that it had brought in windstorms during my childhood—not as chaos, but as protection. It showed me memories I had long forgotten, reminding me that I had never been alone.

Its breath continued to move like a serpent, encircling me and the windmills in a rhythmic pattern that felt both cosmic and deeply personal. I stood there in stillness, breathing in the exhilaration of the energy, overwhelmed by the power, the presence, and the love embedded in the element of air.

Since that first encounter, the wind has become a loyal companion—especially during times of stress or overwhelm. It comes to me when I need clearing, moving swiftly through my energy field, sweeping away what no longer serves, and restoring lightness, clarity, and calm.

This isn’t metaphor. This is real, energetic, elemental intelligence at work. The wind doesn’t just blow—it communicates, it protects, and it heals.

If you’ve ever felt a connection to the elements, trust it. The Earth and her forces are alive, responsive, and waiting to support you—sometimes all you need to do is listen.