The wind began to blow in the valley. It started as a gentle breeze just to create an awareness of its presence for those who were still and quiet enough to notice. The few who noticed began to move about inside their walls. They remembered the way the breeze had touched and warmed their skin in the olden days and wanted to experience that touch again.
They soon realized that the fortresses they had built were keeping both the things they feared and the things they loved from getting close to them. They realized they had walled themselves in so tight that the breeze could not come near them.
They began to cry out for help and the wind which began as a breeze began to blow thru the valley loosening the bricks.
They lived in the valley of walls. This had once been a beautiful valley full of vibrant flowers and rich green pastures. Long ago, the air had been filled with shouts of joy and sounds of celebration. The valley had once been a place of refuge until one day the people who lived in this land began to build walls around themselves. Brick by brick, they began to close themselves in and fortify their space. They thought they were protecting themselves although they had nothing to fear. Some days they worked alone building their walls and some days they helped each other. Some days they woke up to find that bricks had been added to their walls by others without their permission. What once had been a beautiful, open valley was now a sea of brick and mortar dwellings as far as the eyes could see and the air was heavy and dark and eerily silent.
One day the girl walked out the door weighed down with every suitcase and bag she could carry. She had been invited to give her things away to a man who would take the items that no longer fit or just didn’t match the life she longed to live if only she would take him the stuff. She needed to make space for new things and hadn’t been successful at ridding herself of these things on her own so she accepted the invitation.
When she arrived at the destination she was weak and tired. The journey had been long and her bags heavy. She had considered turning back several times but knew she had gone too far to go back without making the exchange. Something deep inside told her this journey would be different. This journey would be the one her heart had longed for. This journey would be the one that lightened her load and set her on a new path.
As she walked up to the door she took a deep breath and began to cry as the man who wanted her stuff flung open the door and with compassion in his eyes welcomed her inside.