Wind rushes through and the trees change, losing their leaves. Growing stronger. And so must we.

Raising the winds of hope must incur an equal and opposite fall to the doldrums … unless there’s a bending and a loss.

Changing a relationship, job or location means letting go of that which angered us before. Otherwise, we marry another body but same person; another location, same neighbourhood.

Hoping for love without removing the blocks to love will ensure the zephyrs of hopelessness turn to an icy storm, chilling a fragile soul.

There is always letting go before attaining.