Breakthrough the Other Side

In El Salvador, the winds of October come whistling down to us from the volcano our old neighborhood skirts, bringing down with it the scents of the flora and fauna, hidden spices, unknown beasts, distant ghostly voices of families gathering for a last meal, ancestral trees, earth from the beginning of times, the song of that ancient presence that has always been with you. The force of these winds is such that, as children, you love to dare to spread your arms wide, like wings now opening the heart in ready for flight! And you know what that’s like…. And as children, we do dare to trust and let go, leaning into it, allowing it now to support you. And you can’t help but feel that you are supported eternally, lovingly, that it never lets go, that it is always there…ancient friend, Viento de Octubre.