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When the World First Spoke

10/30/2025

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When the World First Spoke

A remembering of how language began — not with words, but with wind, vibration, and belonging.
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This is how I imagine it all began.

In the beginning, there was only Wind — an unseen current stirring the stillness of the void.

The first sound was not speech, but longing — a low hum rising from the bones of creation.

Mountains answered with thunder. Oceans responded with waves. The stars themselves leaned closer to listen.

Out of that listening, the world began to sing. Each being found its note — stone and seed, river and raven — and together they formed the first language: not written, not spoken, but felt.

It was a language of vibration — a living weave of pulse and prayer.

We did not speak to the world — we spoke with it. Our words were shaped by breath and belonging, our meaning carried by the same wind that turned the seasons.

But over time, the old songs began to scatter. We forgot how to listen. We built walls to shelter us from the wind, and in the still air, our words grew smaller.

They learned to argue instead of harmonize. They forgot the rhythm of gratitude, the resonance of truth.

Still, the ancient language never died. It waits beneath our clever phrases — in the hush before we speak, in the heartbeat between one word and the next.

It hums in the breath of trees, in the pulse of rivers, in the steady whisper of our own becoming.

And sometimes — when a word is spoken from the marrow, from that unguarded place where breath meets soul — the old tongue remembers us.

The wind stirs. The world responds. And for one sacred moment, everything understands again.
This story first appeared as part of the reflection
“When the Wind Was the First Word — and Every Word Was Prayer.”
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May the old language of wind and wonder keep finding us in our breath.
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    Lorriiii Dragon Dream a ceremonialist, writer, and poet whose path is shaped by Celtic and animistic traditions. Guided by the rhythms of the Earth and the unseen, her work invites healing, belonging, and remembrance through ceremony, drum, and story.

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