As they blow, around her, through her soul. Creating a whirlwind around her, and thus she stands.

She knows that change is healthy, that it is through change that transformation occurs.

And sometimes, even if the change is chaotic…

Throwing everything apart, and thus she stands.

She stands in the truth, that sometimes chaos is necessary for new order to be rebirthed.

Within her heart. She knows.

That nothing can take her down.

That her spirit is boundless.

The wildness and aliveness will never be tamed…

It will always just be as it is.

The soul of a nomad is open to change.

Open to a greater perspective, open to absorbing stagnant energy and then allow it to flow when it is ready.

Like a rosebud on first dawn, as the light enters, and growth organically pervades.

And Thus dances bends and moves with the winds of change.

A timely message for the times upon us.