They ride in on a soft breeze. Dancing around clouds & trees & beings until they find you.
Gently curling around your ear.
Wrapping themselves into your hair.
Resting on your collar bone.
These whispers from the beyond, the echo of your own divinity finding its way back to you. Waiting for the moment when you find stillness, when the space around you is free and open and you can hear without any interference.
To be gifted with Whisper is to know they are waiting for you to listen.