16:48 15/03/2021

To…

These Winds of Change have been wonderful. I’m loving the flow. And as we glide along to new corners of these worlds, there are so many new blessings I get to embrace. New adventures. New lessons. New skills. New perspectives. These new perspectives have even made my own perspective feel new. We all know what that means. Growth.

And I must say, this spirit of mine must surely look different. I’m sure it sounds a little different. Is it brighter? Warmer? Dearer? It’s new. Surely. But it’s still me, isn’t it, my darling? What do you reckon?

The lovelies back at home always need a little of my touch. And how wonderful it is to always bring back something anew and different.

As we fly here, there, and everywhere, of course, I must always eventually fly back to the nest. Eventually. The lovelies back at home always need a little of my touch. And how wonderful it is to always bring back something anew and different. We’re still talking about me, of course. The me you all love. The me you all remember. That familiar spirit, forever growing, and forever adapting to the endless plains of Life.

Back home, some of my loved ones are, themselves, growing through their adventures. Always a pleasure to see. Especially if they too come home when I make my return. I love to feel their spirits when they come back anew. Charged. Invigorated by what Life has taught them along the way. We all come back to the nest, and we share with each other the joys, the pleasures, the experiences. We most definitely share with each other our new found energy. How wonderful it feels to delight ourselves with each other’s grace. But that isn’t always the case.

At times, I don’t always taste the delights of one who’s been enriched by Life’s weird and wonderful journeys. It’s not always the loveliest of moments to come home to. But then again, that’s why I, at least, can return with something to share. It becomes a time where we dears can bless one another, and ensure we’re better for our next journey.

There is truly no problems with lurking back towards unpleasant settings. What matters is our approach.

Sometimes these journeys alone lead us astray. Lead us to paths better not taken. Sometimes this ability to fly allows us to journey back to places we best never return. Places where the lessons should have already been learned. There is truly no problems with lurking back towards unpleasant settings. What matters is our approach.

If we return to a scene which has caused us harm but we lack the necessary callouses, we can expect the same suffering again. A shame. A wasted experience. A lesson yet to be learned. That is not why we fly these skies. That is not the splendour of new adventures. The beauty of experience is growth. And sometimes the few of us who do return to the nest with our heads down need to be reminded of this. I know I need to be reminded, at times. And today, a dear of ours needed such words.

She flew back to an old forest we’ve heard all about. Not the grandest of places. Not the kindest either. I hope she remembers what we’ve all told her over and over. Because whether she understands this or not, I won’t have any light left for her if I see those same wounds. There are better ways to use my light. These Winds of Change remind me of that everyday.

I, too, flew back to an old woodlands several moons ago. I wanted to see if I would finally receive my long overdue welcome. But no. Spite. That’s all I tasted.

Those at the nest worried for my well being when hearing of these ventures. Little did they realize, this callous of mine was thick. Scratches, I withstood . Not wounds. And so, my journeys continue pleasantly. Wings spread vigorously.

Best not to waste my light there again.

An old cove I usually visit may not be seeing much of me anymore. My reception my last visit was not tasteful. Not tasteful at all. Those at this cove had grown sour. I sensed it. Likely when they learned that this adventurer had many other places to visit. Wasn’t it clear that I had a many in whom I’d go to see? I didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed to venture elsewhere. How strange. Apparently others were in charge of who I was allowed to see. Almost as if I was sworn again. How confusing. Either way, bitter energies were all I found my last visit to this cove. Best not to waste my light there again.

Best not to waste my light at a many other places. That is becoming more and more clear. I’ve only soo much to share each day.

You won’t be seeing any of it either, my darling. Appreciation shouldn’t be so difficult.

There are too many other places where my beacon can shine.

I must say, these journeys have been exciting so far. I can’t wait for the Winds to fly me farther elsewhere. Not back to you, I hope, my darling. There is too much out there more fulfilling.

Love from yours truly,

-Daniel Roy