Poem and Voice: Christine Miller (FlowBlu)
Production: A.S. Leena Res
Music: Garth Stevenson

A couple months ago on a sunny, tank-top and flip-flop Colorado afternoon, I stepped into the home of a longtime friend and collaborating creator, A.S. Leena Res, to record some simple words of poetry. It felt vulnerable to hear these soft words spoken, held close to my heart for so long….to hear my own voice echoing Again….Again….Again. There's no natural light or sound in the recording space, so after hours of work we were surprised to open the door to a blustery, gustery, snowy dusk. 

And then again, maybe it was exactly as we expected. Our words, like incantations, are the alchemy we speak. 

May we allow our own Becoming with all that arrives: humility, power and grace. 



Finally, you realize it’s not at all about the life you might be losing….
The comfort of your yesterday. 
It’s about getting as soft as summer wind, malleable, the master shape shifter. 
A quiet, powerful wind that may only be known by the wings it lifts and the leaves it shakes, 
rattling whatever it was that kept you so rooted in ordinary. 
Enough to blow off all that you held on to.
…and begin again.

You soften, 
in silence and in stillness, 
to hear that sweet voice and recognize it as your own this time. 
It whispers confidence, 
the sure knowing that keeps you up at night. 
That’s why you can’t sleep. 
Because all your life long it’s been howling at you. 
Wake up. Don’t you want me to wake up?

You hear it this time. It tells you that you’re extra. 
Beyond ordinary. 
Believe it. 
Say yes.

You get to make all the choices, because you never turned away from the weather outside. 
Its the only way to take flight. 
Turn into the wind. 
Become it.

You, like the wind, 
get into the small places, the cracks that can’t be seen, 
the secret ones that only you know.

You, like the wind without obstacle, 
get big
….Blow.

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