Ever since I was a child, the wind has always healed me. When I was younger and feeling hurt or unsafe, I would go to a group of trees near my home. Climbing one I would hold on while the wind blew the tree back and forth. I swayed with the tree. We held each other. After a time I would feel better and return to my house. Years late as I was driving to work, a swoosh of wind poured down my head and face. I heard these words: the wind shall come to all nations. I learned that the ancestors shared this message with me. It was a part of my life path purpose. The wind represents healing. Our ancestors know: healing will come to people of all nations who seek it. We have to open to the language of the heart. We have to listen to the whispers of universal love.