the wind never fails to soothe and calm me. whenever i feel a breeze upon my face, it reminds me of happy days reading under the shade of our nipa hut back in the farm, or lying in the hammock under the acacia tree back in our old home. i spent hours talking to the wind about my books, my friends back in the city, and the animals in the farm. it was very easy talking to the wind, it was just like talking to a bosom friend.

i was used to having my own world - don't get me wrong, i wasn't autistic then - wherein everybody and everything breathed, talked and lived. every story i weaved on my mind came to life whenever i slept...i pushed myself to dream about them and envision seeing my them real. when i wake up in the morning, i tell my stories to the wind..and i had a great time. it was weird, but the stories came out of me just like that...it was like reading them from a book. thankfully, even then, i knew where my imagination came from, because my Sunday School teacher used to talk to me about a Master Storyteller who makes all the stories. He just makes people think of them too, in order to share the stories to the world. well, the wind may be a passive type of audience, but still, all i needed was someone to listen to me. easy, right? imagining was just like breathing then...

since when did breathing become very hard for me?

nowadays, it's really hard to breathe. studies, responsibilities and other clutter take up so much space that i myself couldn't see above them.  my time is being eaten up by those "matters of consequence",  which aren't really of consequence, if you look clearly. the child in me is buried under loads of reading materials, gadgets, and thoughts of what i've done, what i am doing now, and what i should do tomorrow. it's hard, because i wasn't used to this. i want to be like the Master Storyteller once again. i know He would want me there, in tune with my self. i want to feel light and breezy, without a care in the world. i want to breathe again.

but then, it's really hard to breathe.

yes, indeed. there are many paths in front of me, waiting to be tread upon. there are a lot of choices that could change what i am now, and help me build my future upon solid foundation. there are a lot of responsibilities waiting for my hands to pick them up and place them upon my burdened back. there are a lot more...

but still, He wants me to stop awhile and take a deep breath...

yes, i will breathe. i will open my world once more. i will look for my friends, and i will tell my story to the wind. i will sit once more under the shade of a nipa hut, and i will
lie once more upon a hammock under an old acacia tree.i will see them all once more, no matter what the cost, for that is what i have heard from Him. i will be still...and explore the wonders He has put upon my heart.

yes, i will breathe.

"Be still and know that I am God." ~Psalm 46:10