DEAR WIND, WHY DO YOU TORTURE ME SO?
This morning, as I took my son for our daily walk, the wind was exceptionally refreshing. It had a constant presence, but would occasionally say, “Hey, wake up!”, by lifting the hair off my shoulders. As if under a trance, my mind began to wander to my favorite places where wind has touched my soul.
I found myself walking down the beach in California collecting shells at sunset, but then on the next breeze I was just waking up in our tent to the sound of sea lions while overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Big Sur. I stayed there for a while….because it just felt so good. I knew on the next gust of wind I would be sitting on a bluff in Yosemite with my husband watching the eagles fly and I was right. I could feel the sunny breeze flowing through my hair as I smelled the sweet scent of the Elderberry bush beside me…I was in heaven.
Then, I was back in reality. Walking down my old tree covered street to the river with my little boy and dog. I wonder if when we leave here, the wind will bring me back to Riverside Drive, the way it takes me to California??
I HAVE A LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH THE WIND.
I love the way the wind it touches my soul every time it caresses my face.
I love the way the wind magically takes me all over the world.
I love the wind for carrying sweet, nostalgic smells to me that makes me smile.
I love the wind for all its power – the respect it demands and yet the love it shares.
I hate the way the wind makes me want to spread my wings and fly – it makes me unsettled. It makes my mind wander and yearn to be anywhere other than where I am at the moment.
I hate the wind for being able to travel the world for free. For being able to touch all the beautiful things in life by going which ever way it blows.
I hate the wind for having so much freedom. Some days I wish the wind would just swoop me up and take me on the greatest adventure – we would soar through the clouds, skim the surface of the ocean, ride the waves, scale mountains, and kiss fields of flowers.
I hate the wind for making me wish I could pack everything up and move to a deserted beach where I could live forever with the wind.
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE WIND, WHERE DOES IT TAKE YOU WHEN IT TOUCHES YOUR FACE??