The air enfolds me and moves through me. Air brings me inspiration and knowledge, carrying on it the voices of tens of thousands of years. Air moves seeds of every imaginable kind in it’s hands. These things alight in me and germinate. I breathe them out for good or ill.

I greet Air first, in the morning. Cool and laden with sweet scents, it awakens me. Later, warmer and more insistent, it hastens my progress. Much later, it slows and carries the songs of home in it’s voice and wraps me in slumber.

Air cannot stand alone. Air feeds it’s Brother Fire, carries Sister Water to the sky to fall again and moves Mother Earth from the highest mountain peaks to the shifting sands. I breathe Air into my core, where Spirit resides.

Blessed Be.