“So welcome the wind and the wisdom she offers
Follow her summons when she calls again
In your heart and your spirit let the breezes surround you
Lift up your voice then and sing with the wind” (john denver – windsong)
the ferry raised up on the crest of the wave, angry sea all around us, the wind howling. then, just as smoothly as it rode the way up, it trounced down into the trough between the waves. the water rose over the ferry, splashing all the cars and running down the deck toward the stern. the wind kept howling.
it was a day like that. flags at 90 degrees, parallel to the ground. our prayer flags have seen many like that; the wind has tattered them. prayers have been released into the universe with gentle breezes; prayers have been thrust into the universe with forceful winds.
i tend to prefer the days without tempestuous winds. the lake has an uneven surf on those turbulent days, the rhythm as they hit shore not intuitive or familiar and one that i find unsettling.
yet i am reminded that this same wind i face down at the shoreline is also the wind at my back. it is the wind of wisdom and movement. the wind that carries me away, the wind that surrounds me with those who have gone before me, the wind of growth and courage.
and so, i welcome the wind. i watch as so.many.prayers. are freed to fly. i give thanks for the gusts, unfettered dreams and wishes, each step aided by the wind.