Where the Wind Blows: A Poem on Letting Go

By Melanie Federline | Grounded Fire

Skunks and scarves.

Dancing in circles.

Salty wounds and crazy hair.

Brush everything under there.

Dust pans and bins.

Coats and socks.

Pans and rings, and painted rocks.

Where the wind blows, everything goes.

You can't catch it, stop it, or blow it.

Sing with it, breathe it. smell it.

Allow it. Be with it. It's moving. Let it.

Where does it go? You'll see.

Reflections: Let It Move

I didn’t write this poem with intention.

It just spilled out , strange and earthy, like the whisper of something old and familiar.

When I read it back, it felt like Spirit was showing me something about movement and release.

The first image, “Skunks and scarves,” made me smile, a mix of boundaries and softness.

The skunk knows when to defend itself and when to simply be.

The scarf brings comfort and warmth. Together, they dance .

A reminder that self-protection and self-expression can coexist.

Then comes the chaos: “dust pans and bins, coats and socks…”

Everyday things, cluttered and real.

It’s the mess of life, the tangible world reflecting our inner storm.

The poem doesn’t judge the mess, it simply observes it.

Maybe that’s the point: healing doesn’t always look graceful.

Sometimes it’s just learning to witness the whirlwind without needing to sweep it all away.

By the time the wind enters, the energy shifts.

It becomes about surrender, about trusting what moves through us.

We can’t hold it, control it, or blow it back into place.

We can only sing with it, breathe it, allow it.

That, I think, is the deeper message here:

Don’t rush to understand or fix what’s shifting.

Be with it.

The movement is the transformation.

Ask yourself:

Can you breathe with it instead of fighting the uncertainty?Because maybe, just maybe, the wind already knows the way.

What part of your life is stirring right now, asking to move, even if you don’t know where it’s going?

Melanie Federline 10/29/2025