The wind through the pines doesn’t shout. It whispers. 

And still…you hear it.
There’s a part of you that knows how to listen.

Knows how to feel the flicker of emotion before it becomes a wildfire.

Knows how to hear
the tension in your shoulders,
the flutter in your chest,

the ache that says,
“Please, slow down.”

Your body is not against you. It is always trying to speak for you.

Even when it whispers.
Especially when it whispers.

Optional practice:

Step outside and listen to (or imagine) the sound of wind through trees.

Close your eyes. Breathe with it.

Let it speak with you.