The wind doesn't just knock over your porch furniture: it's conducting a cosmic intervention on your well-organized illusions, performing nature's version of tough love therapy without charging an hourly rate. Your words dance between surrender and resistance like ancient priestesses who've discovered both the divine mysteries and the cosmic joke that we're all just temporary arrangements of stardust trying to stay upright in the celestial blender. I especially love how you've transformed Mary Poppins into a wind deity carrying the sacred umbrella of transformation, reminding us that sometimes the universe's most profound teachers arrive not with scholarly credentials, but with magical carpetbags and the audacity to make us clean up our metaphysical rooms.
Indeed, Dea, indeed!!! I've developed quite a relationship with the wind ....and you're right about the Universe's most profound teachers....it's never what one expects...and that's the beauty and mystery of life! Much appreciation for the beautiful comment, thank you.
Beautifully stated. Be like bamboo, strong, bendable, but not broken. You simultaneously brought me to your farm, felt the wind, but also the unseen winds of change. Many blessings to you as you walk against it, feeling the current of life. What a privilege to be alive and grace against the wind.
Wonderful post. I live in eastern Colorado and receives here are wild. It’s been an adjustment. Hahaha! I’m originally from Houston where the hurricane winds were quite intense and then in LA where the Santa Ana’s came in every year, but the Midwest is a different sit of wind creature. And this post really gave me a wonderful new perspective on the wind.
When the winds get like that here, the way they are at your farm right now, I find myself turning anxious a lot of the time, but reading this I realized the wind has come to teach us to sit back and reflect on what needs to be let go of. Very helpful:)
And your grandmother’s quote is true wisdom in regards to the wind, but also a great mantra from where we sit at this moment in time on this glorious planet.
Hi! Thanks for commenting. It's hard not to get anxious because there is no stillness anywhere, almost like the land is burning off stuck energy or something far beyond human comprehension. I used to live in SoCal and remember the Santa Ana's too.
Sounds like Wyoming, the snow never stuck. It either blew sideways or evaporated.
The winds of change are blowing hard and will refresh everything. The fearful seem to be holding tight to the old garbage that just needs to blow away!
What a wonderful gift you have of bringing the element of wind to life .I was riding the whirling
Dervish with you .I have just recently moved to a part of the country that reminds me on a regular basis to be still and observe Thank You Be Well
🙏🏻❤️thank you Teddi, blessings
The wind doesn't just knock over your porch furniture: it's conducting a cosmic intervention on your well-organized illusions, performing nature's version of tough love therapy without charging an hourly rate. Your words dance between surrender and resistance like ancient priestesses who've discovered both the divine mysteries and the cosmic joke that we're all just temporary arrangements of stardust trying to stay upright in the celestial blender. I especially love how you've transformed Mary Poppins into a wind deity carrying the sacred umbrella of transformation, reminding us that sometimes the universe's most profound teachers arrive not with scholarly credentials, but with magical carpetbags and the audacity to make us clean up our metaphysical rooms.
Indeed, Dea, indeed!!! I've developed quite a relationship with the wind ....and you're right about the Universe's most profound teachers....it's never what one expects...and that's the beauty and mystery of life! Much appreciation for the beautiful comment, thank you.
Beautifully stated. Be like bamboo, strong, bendable, but not broken. You simultaneously brought me to your farm, felt the wind, but also the unseen winds of change. Many blessings to you as you walk against it, feeling the current of life. What a privilege to be alive and grace against the wind.
Beautifully stated Chris. Blessings! 🙏🏻
Wonderful post. I live in eastern Colorado and receives here are wild. It’s been an adjustment. Hahaha! I’m originally from Houston where the hurricane winds were quite intense and then in LA where the Santa Ana’s came in every year, but the Midwest is a different sit of wind creature. And this post really gave me a wonderful new perspective on the wind.
When the winds get like that here, the way they are at your farm right now, I find myself turning anxious a lot of the time, but reading this I realized the wind has come to teach us to sit back and reflect on what needs to be let go of. Very helpful:)
And your grandmother’s quote is true wisdom in regards to the wind, but also a great mantra from where we sit at this moment in time on this glorious planet.
Hi! Thanks for commenting. It's hard not to get anxious because there is no stillness anywhere, almost like the land is burning off stuck energy or something far beyond human comprehension. I used to live in SoCal and remember the Santa Ana's too.
Great post!
Sounds like Wyoming, the snow never stuck. It either blew sideways or evaporated.
The winds of change are blowing hard and will refresh everything. The fearful seem to be holding tight to the old garbage that just needs to blow away!