Story-Starters: A Blue Wind

​When the wind whispered my name, it was a cold night. I listened because it was all I could do. I turned my head to look. It was all around me. Invisible yet everywhere. I wanted to touch it. It was touching me. I wanted to see it. I imagined it swirling blue and white. Like clouds. I listened, and it called for me. It called me by name. A name I did not know, yet I knew it was speaking to me. It was a name that was old. A name I had always been known by. The name of my soul. It knew me better than I knew me. I listened. 

As it spoke my name I wanted to learn all it knew about me. It knew all my stories, every lifetime, every memory. It had been there with me watching, my companion, invisible yet always there. I felt like a newborn just opening her eyes for the first time. I felt like I was finally seeing. I felt like I was coming home to myself. ​