Have you ever climbed to a place that allowed you to feel as if the top of the pines contained the whispers that you silently released into the wind? Did you sit there and remember the way the warmth of the sun felt on your skin, or how the distant star illumination swam through your sensory tips the way a winter’s howl touches your bones? When those whispers are released and the air flow catches their fluidity, they are carried by the universe and sent traveling on a journey you very well may not be aware of, but when it finds you there will be no mistake in the realization of the moment before you. You may feel it in a touch, or a conversation that had waited alongside it’s cup of coffee to share it’s words. You may find it on an unmarked path that was waiting for you to understand it’s a place you always belonged and a way you always followed without knowing. The whispers that are carried suddenly become more vocal and often present music you have not been accustomed to hearing. Just like the ancient voices that speak easy through the earthen lands and mountainous streams, these whispers need to be released. If they remain tethered to your internal harbor you may miss the lantern(s) guiding you home.