Set My Sail

There’s something about the wind roaring through the trees that moves me.

Something about this entanglement keeps me both engaged in the present and rooted in the Beginning. The song of the ages makes its way into our linear world and sets the compass of my heart to the eternal world, the world I am meant to to set my feet upon.

The same wind that just composed a symphony in the branches of the mountainside now blows through my hair and nudges against my back. There’s an invitation to follow its lead, though it may cost me my footing and all of my comfort.

And that’s not to say I don’t get a choice in the matter. I do. I can choose to follow and trust where it leads. Or I can choose to stand firm in my own way. But I’ve experienced the wind enough to know that if I will choose to trust, it catapults me further into freedom every time.

I’m learning to set my sail. To let the wind guide me to part of the river that it’s ready for me to journey through in due time. Not in the sense that I’m being controlled, but in the reality that we are in this together, trusting one another. As I set my sails, I become a dwelling place for the wind. So as it trusts me as a place of inhabitation, I also trust its leadership.

And this circle remains unbroken. My sails are somehow meshed with the wind, the water and the boat, all fueling one another deeper into union, becoming lost in the dance. It no longer matters what has passed or what is coming because right now is where the fragrance of this love is the most intoxicating. We are all bound to each other as a bride to a groom, vowing to really see each other for who we truly are and finding home in each other through every for better or for worse.

Here, I am free. No longer moving to the rhythm of my own expectations or held down by the weight of my promises, but instead letting go of the linear and setting my eyes onto the eternal (not the future, but a realm) where I now move to the rhythm of Papa’s heartbeat.