WHISPERING WINDS
After a scorching summer's day on the farm, I always loved the late afternoon breeze that comes on through, blowing the day away. Dusk arrives with its brilliant sunset, the dust settles and before long the first evening star arrives in the sky.
It's
only late morning as I write this though and still Springtime. The last
week or so has been incredibly hot. Today though a breeze blows
through. It carries the freshness that only Spring and Autumn breezes
do. Not the hot air of summer or the bitter chill of a winter wind. It
is warm enough to be in light clothing, but cool enough to not be hot.
A bird sings in the distance.
I have always liked the wind, at least until I spent too long living in its path in a mountain cottage. Usually though, the wind always signifies change for me. It blows away the old and carries in the new. It reminds me that we are not in control, to always leave space for surprise and change.
Over a decade ago I was living over in Perth. I love the West and am grateful to have done that time. Perth was a great place for me in finding my way. I spent a huge amount of time watching sunsets over the water as dolphins cruised on by or sitting down by the Swan River writing in my journal, amongst a lot of other enjoyable things, riding my bike home after yoga, shopping in great book shops, buying fresh food from the markets etc.
But it is a city of great winds. I am told the third windiest city in the world. The wind comes in uninterrupted, racing across the Indian Ocean to arrive on Perth's doorstep. I used to smile at the terminology the locals use. Perth can be incredibly hot. But everyone would say that the day would be lovely later when the sea breeze picks up. The sea 'breeze' is sometimes a force so mighty it rips roofs of houses at times. In the least the sea breeze rarely appeared as a breeze to me. It was always a wind.
Breezes whisper. Winds speak. Today I sit feeling the gentle kiss of a breeze passing through. It is welcome and appreciated. As many have done before me, I listen to the wind and what message it carries on its wings. I don't try too hard to hear. I simply remain open to what it has to say. The breeze always whispers wisdom. It is also the season for butterflies floating about on their delicate wings, moving with the flow of the breeze. There is change happening in my life. Not the sort of change that is announced by winds howling around corners capable of keeping one indoors, winds of warning. Not the sort of winds that you can lean into as you walk along a rugged coastline, wrapped up in warm clothes. No, it is subtle and calm.
This is the kind of change that can only be carried in on a delicately cool and gentle breeze. It tells me of things to come, things already unfolding and it brings happiness. The breeze leaves me smiling and warms my heart. It speaks of rewards for my efforts and is already carrying these to me tenderly, slowly, kindly. Yes. The wind is my friend. It speaks its own independent language and will not be ruled or restrained. Perhaps that is why I love it so. We are kindred spirits.
The wind speaks from the heart and carries love on its wings to us all. But not all are listening. If you are, you too will hear its wisdom, speaking to your own heart, kissing you gently, reminding you of the delicate but perfect nature in which things unfold.
It is speaking to you. Do you hear it? Try to listen with your heart, not your ears. There are things to learn from this ancient and wise language of nature.
Today's Spring breeze tickles my skin and ruffles my hair. But mostly, it whispers.....
I have always liked the wind, at least until I spent too long living in its path in a mountain cottage. Usually though, the wind always signifies change for me. It blows away the old and carries in the new. It reminds me that we are not in control, to always leave space for surprise and change.
Over a decade ago I was living over in Perth. I love the West and am grateful to have done that time. Perth was a great place for me in finding my way. I spent a huge amount of time watching sunsets over the water as dolphins cruised on by or sitting down by the Swan River writing in my journal, amongst a lot of other enjoyable things, riding my bike home after yoga, shopping in great book shops, buying fresh food from the markets etc.
But it is a city of great winds. I am told the third windiest city in the world. The wind comes in uninterrupted, racing across the Indian Ocean to arrive on Perth's doorstep. I used to smile at the terminology the locals use. Perth can be incredibly hot. But everyone would say that the day would be lovely later when the sea breeze picks up. The sea 'breeze' is sometimes a force so mighty it rips roofs of houses at times. In the least the sea breeze rarely appeared as a breeze to me. It was always a wind.
Breezes whisper. Winds speak. Today I sit feeling the gentle kiss of a breeze passing through. It is welcome and appreciated. As many have done before me, I listen to the wind and what message it carries on its wings. I don't try too hard to hear. I simply remain open to what it has to say. The breeze always whispers wisdom. It is also the season for butterflies floating about on their delicate wings, moving with the flow of the breeze. There is change happening in my life. Not the sort of change that is announced by winds howling around corners capable of keeping one indoors, winds of warning. Not the sort of winds that you can lean into as you walk along a rugged coastline, wrapped up in warm clothes. No, it is subtle and calm.
This is the kind of change that can only be carried in on a delicately cool and gentle breeze. It tells me of things to come, things already unfolding and it brings happiness. The breeze leaves me smiling and warms my heart. It speaks of rewards for my efforts and is already carrying these to me tenderly, slowly, kindly. Yes. The wind is my friend. It speaks its own independent language and will not be ruled or restrained. Perhaps that is why I love it so. We are kindred spirits.
The wind speaks from the heart and carries love on its wings to us all. But not all are listening. If you are, you too will hear its wisdom, speaking to your own heart, kissing you gently, reminding you of the delicate but perfect nature in which things unfold.
It is speaking to you. Do you hear it? Try to listen with your heart, not your ears. There are things to learn from this ancient and wise language of nature.
Today's Spring breeze tickles my skin and ruffles my hair. But mostly, it whispers.....
Whispering, whispering, whispering.....
Smiling, smiling, smiling.....
