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What is it that answers us when we post a question to the wind?
In the early dawn, when I awaken from my slumber, I often pose a question to the wind as it moves gracefully through my chamber's space. Never does it answer me within the moments that it dances along my papers, my silk robe, nor my dog's sensitive nose. Purposefully leaving me, the wind promises a commitment and I know it will be back with an answer for me in the later hours of the day.
The sun rises into the morning sky and my thoughts ponder the question that I posed to the wind. I toss the question back and forth as the wind often does with a leaf, drying it from the early dew. Heat radiates in through my window, the glass reflecting light with brilliance and strength and I become lost in the pauses of my mind. A sweet bird's chirp brings my attention back to the time displayed on my clock and I inhale with discontent. Work calls me, beacons me to follow the black topped roads to a single location where I experience, recreate and digest the meaning of its mission statement.
Seemingly floating now, my feet brush the carpet's fingers and in the cool drops of rain from the showers head I stand. I think about my day and all the things to do of yesterday's list left undone. Warmth and peace wash over me as the sun's rays revive my inner excitement for life's great beauty and I am captured in a second of time. The moment holds me just long enough for me to exhale thanks for the prosperities of my day ahead.
Reaching towards the floor for my toes and extending into the wind chimes suspended above my head, my fingers wiggle with glee and my pace quickens in efforts to get ready. Work is bellowing now with fever and haste, "Come to me!" it cries out. Ugh is all that my efforts will supply it in response!
"Alo, come here puppy."
My 70lb puppy thunders down the hall way with vim and vigor anticipating my excitement. The funny part about his excitement is that he brings so much more joy to my life then I think I could ever offer to him. Smiles fill my preparation time now as I rush and play with Alo. His favorite games is hide and seek, throw the ball and jump on mom. I am never the winner of his last game, jump on mom, but somehow it seems to be the one I remember the most. Alo races up the steps now, from our basement laundry trip, and the wind comforts the temperatures of my cheeks.
"Have you returned to answer my question enchanted wind?"
Alo barks as the wind chimes erupt in musical cadence from my bathrooma's cathedral. The sound reminds me of a summer night's concert conducted under the magical glow of nature's stars.
"You have out done yourself this time wind with an answer so soon."
The wind dances with pride along my curtains edge and I wait for its stirring answer.
"Your spirit is what answers you when you post a question to me," whispers the wind. "It is your spirit that knows the answers to all of your heart's questions. As the wind, I just give you time to think about it and then I remind you of your spirit's answer by moving around you, stir up your environment and bring your nose smells that remind you of your deepest longings."
In the silence that surrounded the wind's profound answer to my question I smelled the scent of my grandma's apple pie, the grass on an autumn afternoon, and the lavender that my mom used to put on my bed after making it. My spirit was answering the questions of my heart by taking me back, for a moment, to the comfort and peace of my yesterdays. I think that I will make those comforts part of my todays......
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| Posted by: Vincet68 | 5th Nov, 2009 |
| Thanks, Mycloud - please write more! Vince | |